A Novel on Human Sexuality, Spirituality, Trafficking & Healing Ch26

Book Title: <21 Too Young; By J.C. Miller; Limited Pre-Publishing Preview

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Chapter 26

The next morning, Dwayne sat in bed deep in thought, his mind was full of the conversation with Mr. Dao and his new mountain man friend. Natalia woke up, leaned over, and pulled him in for a kiss.

“What adventure did you have last night that your mind is so entrapped by?” She gave me one of those looks; a sensuous one, as if she had fulfilled a long-time fantasy and wanted to relive the experience again in her mind.

I winked at her and said, “I’ll tell you over coffee.”

She slowly ran her hand with her long, thin fingers gently across my face as she turned to get out of the bed. Her perfect figure and bitty-baby-bump, shrouded only in a sheet, slipped out in a smooth, seamless motion; her long, wavy hair falling and bouncing effortlessly on her bare back.

As she rose from the bed, her dark green thong accented her perfect, voluptuous but, and as she walked out of the room, I let my eyes aloft gently on her perfect backside. With each step she took, each cheek seemed to rise up, as if each was waving goodbye to me individually.

She turned at the door with a sensuous, knowing expression on her face and said. “I know you hate to see me go, but love watching me leave. Care to join me in the kitchen, or shall I leave you to your thoughts and return when the coffee is ready?” As she turned, she put her hand high on the door frame, opening her chest, giving me a full frontal view of her breasts. Her hair in long, wavy locks fell around them, and her nipples in the cool morning air peeked out through her hair, alluring me further from my thoughts and the solace of my mind.

The blood in my brain instantly began to be diverted downward. I looked from her breasts to her eyes and said, “I’ll stay here, I’d like coffee in bed — but don’t wait until it’s done to come back — I think that naked body of yours could help me sort out some of these thoughts in my head.”

“I’m not naked!” She exclaimed, “See, I have my thong on!” With that, she turned and walked through the door frame, wagging her butt and grabbing the edges of her thong, pulling them up high with her forefingers. The back of her thong became lost in her curves and crevices.

“You think I would walk around indecent in our vacation home when we have so many neighbors close by? What kind of woman do you think I am?” Her voice faded as she walked around the corner, and I could see her no more. I leaned back on my pillow to catch the breath she had taken from me.

I planned to tell her everything I had seen and heard from the old mountain man last night. She reappeared in the doorway, walking through as if she were the high queen of this earthly domain and as though all other women paled by comparison to her beauty — which, in my opinion, they did.

She tossed her hair from side to side and used both her hands to scratch her scalp, then shook her hair as a horse shakes its beautiful, majestic mane, her breasts bouncing poetically to the shaking of her head.

My eyes couldn’t take enough of her in. She locked eyes with me, dropped her locks of hair around her breasts, and gave me a seductive stare.

“You requested my presence, my king?” She said playfully, as if she were a simple farm girl plucked from the fields for her beauty; made to sit at the king’s right hand and now with masterful power, seduced daily the most powerful man in all the land.

I played along with her game.

“I did. I requested some intellectual stimulus and good conversation. You’ll do for now; the attire you come clothed in is to my satisfaction. Come lie next to me, and we shall talk of the adventures I’ve had these last weeks on my travels.

As she walked towards me, her long locks of curly black hair bounced and waved in a distributive rhythm that complemented the bouncing of her perky double D’s, whose nipples were outlined with a darker skin tone than the rest of her skin, and yet still lighter than her jet black hair; distinguishing themselves in any amount of light with the taking of each step in my direction.

She climbed sensuously to me from the foot of the bed.

“Tell me these adventures and the thoughts of your mind.” She crawled right up to my face and looked me in the eyes; I watched as her eyes slowly dropped like a finger dragging across my face, from my eyes to my lips.

I watched her trace her eyes down my chest, then she raised her hand, and with one finger she touched my bottom lip; she hung onto it for a split second, letting it catch on her manicured nails; then pulled it down to my chin until my lip popped back to its natural position against my bottom row of teeth. She rested her nail there on the bony part of my chin that jettisoned out from my face.

She looked right into my eyes, and as slowly and sensuously as she could, the words accentuating her tongue, lips and accent.

“Tell me every-thing.”

Then she leaned her head sideways and put her lips next to my ear.

“If you can.” She whispered softly in my ear. The warmth of her breath I could feel on my earlobe. Her hair tickled my shoulder and bare chest. She slipped her finger down off my chin and dragged it down my neck and throat, then snapped it quickly back to my chin, pulling my face to turn upward towards hers; she forced me to avert my eyes from her body to her face. She straightened her body up and leaned over me, pressing her breasts against my chest.

“Nothing too exciting, I hope.” She said.

“No. Nothing nearly as captivating as our conversation right now!”

“Tell me then; starting from the moment you left my naked, thoroughly fucked, satisfied body lying in bed, in a warm puddle of our love juices — Which I should like to have again now, but — I‘ll distract you no further — if you can still concentrate, while I pleasure myself with your member sitting in your lap?”

As she spoke, she adjusted her body and moved into a sitting position. She sat right in my lap, wrapped both hands around my neck, and said:

“I’m all ears, my darling.”

I reached out with both of my hands and gently ran them along her love handles, then across and down her ass, giving each cheek a gentle squeeze, then brought them back up and folded them, resting them on her round butt, drawing her in for a kiss.

Her nipples touched my chest simultaneously as our lips locked.

“Umm. I’ll tell you everything, darling. You see, I took a brisk walk out in the cool of the evening while my body was still burning from the heat of yours. I took the road at the far end of camp that winds up to the top of the mountain — or well, that large hill that looks like a flat lookout point. Remember the one I pointed out to you yesterday and thought it would be a great view?”

“Yes, darling.” Her natural, large lips stayed shut until she spoke; then moved effortlessly for a moment, then back to their closed position, protruding from her face, begging for another kiss. I ran my hands up her back and pulled her in for a quick kiss, then continued.

“While I was up there, I saw a wolf and met a great mountain man who watches these hills for serial killers. They are apparently drawn to the area for sport hunting young women. The old mountain man lost his daughter in those very hills long ago.”

“How horrible! They should have a regiment of local protection officers to man the area to keep such beasts of people away! They should track them down and hunt them!”

“Apparently, they have been doing so for centuries!”

“If I were taken, would you stay out every night into your old age protecting the area from those people so they never again could take beautiful women like me and do horrid things to them? Or perhaps I’m not their type, do you think?”

I looked at her, knowing exactly what she wanted. My hands traced her curves again. I grabbed her long hair and pulled her head backwards with one hand, and with the other, I pushed her body up against mine. I ran the tip of my nose from her clavicle up her neck to her earlobe slowly; then, before biting it, I whispered in her ear;

“I sure hope you’re not their type cause I want you all to myself.” I let out a soft, deep growl as my teeth and tongue met her ear. I tightened my grip on her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her neck, causing her to arch her back, pushing her bare breasts upward. She let out a long moan as I ran my tongue down her neck and over her breasts; my beard hairs just grazing her nipple, and our conversation for the time being was over.

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