by Desiree Erotique
Genre: Romance, Spanking, Series
Newly released by Silks Vault!
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Introduction To M. Hunt, Passage 1 of The Courting of Elizabeth series. The first erotic tale in the new series from Bondage Romance author, Desiree Erotique
Elizabeth has lived a sheltered life in the French abbey finishing school of St. Bianca. But Elizabeth�known as Isabeau, to her friends and teachers�is now a grown woman, and restless to experience the pleasures of adult life. She has an affair with a darkly handsome delivery boy, Charles, who awakens her sexual desires. But when Charles� illicit activities separate them, Elizabeth is again cast into the mundane routine of the finishing school.
In her frustration Elizabeth will turn her annoyance on the new English professor, M. Hunt. But M. Hunt isn�t the type of man to lightly take the jests of an impertinent young woman. He will properly introduce himself to Elizabeth; and commence her lessons with a firm and passionate hand.
Copyright �2005 Desiree Erotique
But as the hesitant sprinkle turned to a savage mist, my Charles tossed me a mischievous grin. He loped over toward the bench and knelt down before me. He snatched my hands, and turned my palms up. His mouth descended upon the flesh; and how warm and moist and hard was his beautifully sculpted mouth against my skin. Even as the rain chilled my skin; my blood grew hot. More fevered his kisses grew, and taking my arm, his lips swept up the length of my arms. He grasped my waist, burrowing his face against my breasts. His lips nursed the nipples through my blouse. They grew taut and alive with sensation.
I moaned, and the wanton sound of it made me nervous. �Oh, Charles, what if they see us?�
He looked up at me, grinning through the mist now. Such a wickedly innocent bronze face! �They are all inside, hiding until nature decides to give them back their sunshine.�
He laughed, and I laughed, and the sound was music beneath the clap of thunder in the distance. My cobalt wool vest sweater was saturated straight through to my blouse. And then he kissed me again and said not to worry; he only wanted a taste of me.
I cradled his face between my hands, kissing his brow with much humor. �What do you mean?�
He lifted his hands to my drenched skirt then, and he smoothed the damp pleats of the blue on blue plaid fabric. Just this light tough made my body tingle. Then he lifted the hem back to reveal my thighs. I blushed painfully, and was shocked when he told me to raise the skirt it up to my hips.
�Oh, but I cannot,� I pleaded. Yet I found myself glancing anxiously here and there for any sign of others. I wanted to please him; I craved his exploring touch as much as I feared being caught.
�Yes, you can,� he encouraged
I nodded. And at when I was satisfied we were quite alone in the torrent, I raised up enough on the bench so the skirt could be pulled up completely. And with that done he sat me back down, and raised the hem high over my thighs. His solid, long hands stroked my thighs.
�You have lovely legs, Isabeau. Lovely legs that are mine, yes?�
I couldn�t speak, but felt spellbound by the soft dark glow in his eyes. And so I nodded, and demurely touched his neck, and admired the flesh of his throat. Rough and smooth at once, just like his roaming hands.
�And these?� he asked, and before I knew it, his wonderful hands cupped my breasts. With his thumbs he made little circles over my aroused nipples. How hot they felt as he stroked them this way.
�Yes,� I breathed.
A pleased smile came to him, and he bent forward and pressed his mouth to my throat. Very lightly he nibbled my flesh here; so that it felt like electricity coursed through my entire body.
�All of my Isabeau, yes? From the crown of your head to the tips of your toes? Say these belong to me, my innocent Isabeau?�
