Crawling into Bed WIth Lee Ann

Crawling Into Bed With Lee Ann Sontheimer MurphyAnd a Good Book

*crawls across bed to rest on pillows* Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?

Silk, so soft and sensual against my skin

*stretches*  Indeed they are. What are you wearing?

Tank type top and silk boxers

Very lovely! What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?

Dove dark chocolate

If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?

Toys (not for kiddies)and books

Gotcha.  Toys for grown ups. Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?

I'm a kicker

Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
Certainly...if you promise to keep working your way up from there!

*chuckles* What are we reading? 

"The Ever Knight" by Georgia Fox 

Hands to her shoulders, he shoved her down on her back in the hay. His eyes were long lashed and, despite their darkness, full of heat. The intensity scorched her skin as she lay before him and spread her legs. He lowered over her, licking her stomach, his tongue delving into her navel, making her squirm, ticklish. He worked his way down to her vulva, licking and nibbling. His breath was hot, ale-soaked, coming in short hard bursts. He hadn’t asked her name or anything about her, she thought dimly. This is probably how it always was with him and women.
A few moments later, his close shaven head was between her open thighs. Jisella felt his breath on her sex, wild and unsteady. He whispered something in his own tongue, and when she lifted up to look down at him, he was studying her labia, hungry as a wolf cub. His gaze met hers over the softly furred mound and she knew his hard Norman lips were an inch or less from claiming her tender womanhood. She swallowed, still tasting him in her throat.
“Remy,” she groaned. “Make haste.”
“You know my name?”

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To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting. ~e.e. cummings, 1955