With the flowing sensuality of a pampered feline, Charolette crossed the room and reclined on the sofa. The black lace of her nightgown clung to her, emphasizing the voluptuous curves of her very womanly body. A slight toss of her head sent a cascade of flaming red hair tumbling over her shoulders.
"Jace," she whispered in a summons of sexual promise, "I'm ready."
Across the room, Jace Tuning turned. His eyes widened.
Charolette's fingers climbed to the plunging neckline of her gown.
With titillating languor, she pulled a single bow free. The gown fell open, exposing a broad valley of sleek flesh nestled between the two mountains of her opulently swollen breasts. That the peaks of those provocative knolls remained veiled between the gown's lace only accented the carnal feast she offered.
A pleased smile played at the corners of her full, red lips.
Long dark eyelashes coyly batted over her emerald-green eyes.
"Jace, you surprise me. I never suspected you to be shy."
The man in brilliant blue Elizabethan attire chuckled. A wicked grin moved over his lips and he cocked an eyebrow. "You taunting wench! Jace of the House of Tuning will demonstrate the error in your judgment of this man born of the blood."
A stallion with lusty fire racing in his veins, the black- haired man crossed the room. His gaze centered on the red-tressed temptress waiting on the couch.
Her eyes flashed and her breasts heaved in a tremble of surprise.
Settling beside her on the sofa, Jace swept the tantalizing enchantress into his arms. His mouth covered hers. She melted against him in complete surrender.
"Good," Susan Howard called out, pushing the shutter to her camera. Again she snapped off another shot as their embrace continued. "Now the neck."
Reluctantly, Charolette's lips moved from Jace's. Tossing back her hair, she exposed a long graceful neck for her partner's playful kisses. The click of Susan's shutter echoed in the studio.
"Better, much better," Susan said. "But it's still not what I want. Charolette, throw your head back and give me an expression of intense passion. Now, Jace, scoot around a bit and kiss the front of her neck as though you're moving down to her breasts."
One hand on the focus ring of her.35mm camera and a finger on the other clicking off shot after shot, Susan moved closer to the couple on the couch.
She smiled to herself. Charolette's passionate expression didn't come from acting. Jace was getting to the sexy redhead. Bet if I let them two alone for a minute they'd be rutting like two minks in heat!
Susan smiled again at her own streak of bitchiness. She didn't blame Charolette. Just watching Jace in action was getting to her too. She felt the tickling beginnings of arousal move deep within her. An odd reaction, she thought, surprised that she didn't feel any jealousy.
"Hold it right there, Jace," she said snapping two last shots. "Don't get carried away, handsome. These are for the cover of a historical novel, not a poster of a triple X-rated flick."
Jace stopped, his lips hovering in mid-air above the intimate valley of Charolette's breasts. He sighed, a sigh echoed by his alluring companion, and looked up. "Spoilsport! I was just beginning to enjoy my role."
"I know." Susan shot him a stern, reprimanding stare that quickly melted to a teasing grin. "You were starting to take your work too seriously, big boy."
"Did you get everything you need?" Charolette slid from the sofa when Susan nodded. "Good. I've got to run. I've got to pose for that life art class at three o'clock."
"There's a model release form and a check over on the desk." Susan pointed beside her. "Thanks again, Charolette. I know how busy you are today, but this is a rush assignment."
"Glad to help out. Besides, a working girl can always use a little extra spending money." The red-haired model closed her nightgown.
"Don't forget, I need you to pose next Monday," Jace said when the model walked to the desk.
Charolette looked back. "Is Susan going to be here too?"
Jace nodded.
"Too bad," she replied with a shake of her head, then glanced at Susan and grinned.
"Perhaps one of these days," Jace called after Charolette when she ducked into a dressing room. "Why you… you…" Susan sputtered in mock anger, swinging a fist at Jace's arm. "The nerve of you two, arranging your tryst in front of me!"
Jace ducked back, avoiding her swing, laughing. "Watch it! You'll damage the costume. We don't have the money to pay for any malicious mischief."
Susan "hurumphed" and pouted. "Worse, you really enjoyed posing with Charolette."
Jace reached out and pulled the blonde to him. Lifting her chin with a fingertip, he lightly kissed her. Susan froze a sigh in the middle of her throat. She glared up at the handsome would- be model.
"Is that all I get? That's not the way you were kissing Charolette!"
"Now you're not going to begrudge a man on the brink of ending his bachelorhood a few last samplings of the feminine delights abounding in the world around him, are you?" Jace's arms encircled her waist, holding her tightly.
"I most certainly am! And another thing…"
Her words muffled to a long, pleased moan when his lips covered hers. Her mock anger faded away to be replaced by satisfied pleasure.
"See you two lovebirds next week," Charolette called out from behind them when she left the studio. Neither Susan or Jace looked up.
Instead, Susan devoted her full attention to the probing intimacy of Jace's tongue while it probed and played over and under her own oral digit. She pressed to him, her breasts thrusting against his chest. She admitted her tits didn't match the swollen proportions of Charolette's double barrel 45's, but then no one had ever described her as being flat-chested either.
Responding to her teasing, Jace pressed his groin tightly against hers. She trembled, arousal flaring higher. Hard and stiff, packed behind the breeches of the Elizabethan costume, she felt him. Her hips undulated, rubbing her pelvis over the lusty bulge.
Is that for me or Charolette?
She found she didn't care. Once again, she was struck by her lack of jealousy, remembering her arousal while watching this man- -her man-on the couch with the heavy-chest model.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned when their lips finally parted.
"That's better. For a minute, I thought you had worn yourself out with Charolette."
"Forsooth, wench!" Jace struck a cocky pose in his costume.
"We born of royal blood are known for our prowess in matters of the flesh. Once while in exotic Persia, I single-handedly satisfied half the harem of…"
"Kind sir, if I might interrupt but a moment," Susan said with a grin. "I think it best if you would get your royal hindquarters in high gear and get that costume back to its owners.
The rent doubles if we keep it until tomorrow."
He reached for her again, but Susan artfully dodged the embrace and shook her head.
"All right," Jace gave in. "I'll get out of this costume."
Quickly he stripped the jacket and ruffled white shirt of the Elizabethan attire away and neatly placed it on a nearby chair.
Turning to Susan, he kicked off his shoes, then leaned over and pulled away the knee-length stockings.
His gaze, alive with a devilish self-confidence, locked on her. His fingers crept to the tops of the breeches, fumbling with a lace that rested just beneath the hairy nest of his navel.
Undeniable arousal suffused through the young artist while she watched the handsome would-be model free the lace and slowly push his breeches downward.
Tossing the pants to the chair, he stood before her wearing only his jockey shorts. Her eyes lowered, homing in on the living tentpole that strained beneath the white cotton of his briefs. Her chest heaved. Womanly fluids flowed deep within her young body.
With tantalizing slowness, Jace hooked his fingers beneath his shorts and pulled them down. His cock, hard and angry, jerked eagerly in the air. Its fat tip oozed a single drop of clear preseminal fluid.
The blonde needed no spoken invitation. Her gaze focused on the needy length of prick, she slipped from the white artist's frock she wore. Jace grinned, knowing he had won. Her reluctance crumbled and was replaced with desire.
His eyes watching her every move, the young artist quickly worked her blouse's buttons free of their holes, then shimmied from a pair of tight-fitting jeans.
Wearing only bra and panties, she stood before the naked man, enjoying the feel of his gaze caressing her bare flesh.
Taking a cue from his own methods, Susan tucked her hands behind her back and unclasped the three hooks of her bra. She admitted the halter was binding, but she saw the price other women her age paid for their braless freedom. The slight discomfort was worth keeping her breasts high and firm-a fact she was reassured of when her tits spilled from her bra. Pleased, she watched Jace's eyes widen while they watched the provocative jiggling dance of her breasts.
His cock jerked and twitched in anticipation.
Easily slipping her panties down over the womanly flare of her firm hips, she let them fall over her long, coltish legs, then kicked them away. Jace's attention now centered on the neatly trimmed patch of honey-blonde hair fleeced over the mound of her cunt. A quiver shot through her sleek, flat stomach-a shivery thrill at the thought of what would soon fill that intimate crevice of her young body.
In a trotting run, she crossed back to the naked man waiting for her beside the couch. His arms opened and surrounded her.
Electric sensations coursed through her veins when naked flesh met naked flesh.
Nothing in the world matched that moment when two willing bodies first touched.
Well, almost nothing, she smiled to herself.
After one long, exciting kiss, Jace's mouth left her lips.
His head ducked to her chest and his lips captured one of the quiescent nipples sleeping atop her tits. New, shivery sensations fluttered around in the pit of her stomach. His tongue, like a moist little whip, taunted wetly around the flaccid button of flesh. She felt it come alive under his gentle ministrations.
It fattened and grew erect, hard with desire. Then his lips and tongue performed the same service for her remaining nipple.
While he busied himself with her tits, she kept herself occupied with the rigid rail of flesh spearing from the forest of black hairs covering his groin. Her fingertips lovingly ran up and down the pulsing length of cock. So hard and demanding it felt. Yet at the same time it was so smooth and gentle feeling.
Each time she made love with this man she was struck by the exciting combination of strength and tenderness that was a man's sex. So delicious just to have it in her hands.
And beneath his erect pole hung the hairy bag of his testicles. Cautious of the pain she could bring to him, she gently fingered the heavy kidney-shaped rocks hidden within the dangling sac. His mouth sucked deeply at the pillow of titflesh he mouthed in response. She thrust her chest forward, stuffing a bit more of her breast into his face.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" a gasping moan writhed out over her red lips.
A determined hand shot between her thighs and clamped firmly over the knoll of her pussy. Watery, her knees trembled while his fingers massaged the moss-covered mound of her sex. Again she moaned. He slipped a probing finger up into the heated tightness of her cunt.
Together they sank to the sofa where Jace had posed but minutes ago with a near-naked Charolette. For a moment the image of Jace mounted atop the model's voluptuous body flashed in Susan's mind. Still there was no jealousy at the thought of her handsome stud balling Charolette. Only fiery arousal washed through her body.
Allowing his kisses and his nibbling teeth to say more than he could ever put into words, Jace moved from her proud, firm tits and lovingly bathed her neck with an exciting flourish of kisses.
At the same time, he eased himself atop the waiting bed of her body.
The young artist glided the pulsating rod of flesh she caressed between her welcoming thighs. Thick and swollen, the knob-like crown of his cock nuzzled through the fleece of her pubic hair down into the outer lips of her cunt.
She moaned again, anticipation flaring to new heights. His hips tightened, his ass cheeks going boulder-hard. Then…
"Yessssssss," she hissed in total approval. Inward his pelvis pressed. Long, hard and drilling, his cock skewered deep into the liquid warmth of her body.
She writhed under him-beneath the lancing invasion of his body.
"Good, so good," she whispered into his ear. "I don't think I will get enough of you if I live to be a hundred." Outward his cock eased, back until his cock's crown lay between the inner lips of her quim. His ass tensed. Inward he slammed, nailing her with every inch of his magnificent tool.
Her whole body felt the impact. Upward shudders of bliss ran through her frame.
The inner liquid of her tits rocked; every bone of her body seemed to jar.
As his pelvis rose, he slipped a hand down between her thighs. In and out he pumped while his fingers rubbed to each side of her love-mound. She groaned, knowing what he would do next. She whimpered, not knowing when he would do it.
She felt like a puppet on a string beneath this man. His mouth and hands played over her body, and she moved to their every whim. He controlled her, commanded her with the constant pistoning of flesh within her belly.
He felt so wonderful within her. So big, and soooo long.
Even when he teased by pausing with his glans poised in the mouth of her cunt, she felt packed. And when he pushed inward, the wall of her quim strained over the bulging fatness of his rod, their rippled folds smoothing under his ponderous size.
All the while, his hands and mouth never stopped. If he thought of Charolette, she couldn't tell. His whole body seemed to focus on her, giving her, and her alone, his complete attention. In turn, every ounce of her awareness centered on this fantastic man who rode atop her supine body.
The expected unexpected came.
A fingertip slid between the slit of her pussy lips. Gently rolling the nubbin of her clitoris, he sent quaking shudders of bliss blasting through her. She groaned, her pelvis arching and humping to meet the forceful strokes of his loins.
She came, then came again in quick succession.
How this man knew her body. He realized that her pleasure came not as one long, seemingly endless eruption of carnal ecstasy, but rippled upward higher and higher through a series of small, constantly increasing releases. He now thoughtfully maneuvered her to each level of delight.
Running a hand down to their cores, she found the dangling sac stretching from his scrotum. The man atop her grunted and groaned. Like taunting feathers, her fingertips delicately toyed over the hairy ball bag. If he knew the sexual controls of her willing body, she too had discovered the secrets of providing him pleasures that heightened their couplings.
Deeper the adamantine rail of flesh plunged into the heated socket of lust between her creamy thighs. Expertly controlling her pelvis muscles, she squeezed down, clamping herself around the engorged thickness of cock. Again the man mounted in her saddle of pleasure groaned. Fiery friction, created by the tightness of her cunt, bathed over every inch of his manhood. She fit him like a custom-tailored glove.
Urgently now, his finger rolled the button of her clit. One atop the other, she came three times. Deep within her, she felt a tidal wave building. She writhed, using her free hand to pull on him, trying to draw his cock even deeper into the yearning interior of her belly.
Like a bull, he plowed his turgid rod into the pocket of her cunt. Close, she felt the tension building in his body. He perched on the brink of coming, yet exercising total control of himself, he held back the mounting pressure of his loins.
Higher and higher the tension of her own body grew. Closer and closer that threatening tidal wave rolled, ready to break and drown her in complete pleasure.
The rhythm of his driver-like piston consumed her. Twisting and bucking in reckless abandon, she gave herself to this man.
She matched his desperate need; she hungered for that fulfilling moment.
She came. Her body lay racked by an onslaught of carnal fulfillment. She moaned and groaned, whimpering out the full satisfaction of their union.
Simultaneously, the man riding her moaned in a deep throaty groan. His hips thrust hard and deep, his body going rigid for a long moment.
Within the hot recesses of her quivering quim, a flood of sperm and semen jetted from the angry red head of his cock. Milky fountains blasted into her welcoming folds, flooding the quaking channel of her belly.
Gratefully, she held him, savoring the complete union of their bodies, wishing this moment could last through eternity.