Glass Slippers & Jeweled Masques (an Erotic Cinderella Fairytale) (Twisted Fairy Tales) (4 page)

“You must trust me, beloved,” he whispered thickly, barely able to hear past the furious pounding of his heartbeat.

Before she could answer, he moved again and his mouth found the core of her desire, his tongue delved into her slick folds. She spasmed violently at the intimate assault, and his name spilled from her lips to become a near scream of excruciating delight. She writhed in pleasure, her body lost in the throes of her surrender to him. Over and over he tumbled her into ecstasy, felt her hips arch off the floor as she choked back moans and cries of blissful rapture.

Finally, Michel crawled back to her. His weight covered her and she wrapped her arms around him, pulling his mouth down to hers. She tasted her passion on his lips and tongue.

Her legs parted to accommodate him and he eased himself into her warmth, groaned loudly at the sensation of tight heat surrounding him. The fragile barrier of her virginity gave way to his invasion and he stilled his thrust as she cried out. She trembled in his arms and he soothed her with gentle words and caresses. Her body relaxed against him and accepted the hard length of him buried inside her. He held her hips, guided her unpracticed rhythm as he began to move against her.

She responded intuitively, flowed into the tantalizing motion as she found the nuances of his thrusts and quickly began to meet them with her own hungry urgency. The madness was building inside her again, the overwhelming exhilaration of completion she’d just learned from him. His breaths were ragged in her ear as he moved harder, deeply within her. She arched in his embrace, gave herself to him without reservation, and cried his name loudly when his hand slipped between them and he stroked her. Muscles clenched around him and her hands tightened on his shoulders. He shuddered as her orgasm triggered his and he filled her with his warmth.

They clung to each other and waited for heartbeats and breaths to grow slow and steady again. When Michel raised his head from her shoulder and stared down at her, he saw tears of wonder on her cheeks.

"You are the greatest gift my father ever gave me, my beautiful Cinderella."

~ END ~

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Glass Slippers & Jeweled Masques

Copyright © 2011 Denysé Bridger

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