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She was definitely excited, but not nervous.
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That alone told her she was making the right decision. Jessica lifter her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. She went for the button of her jeans, but Riley grabbed her hands to stop her. It was a command that she was all too happy to obey. Riley started at her neck and gave her the same treatment she had given him earlier.
He nipped her neck and then soothed the bite with his tongue, sending shivers down her body. She felt moisture flood her already-soaked panties and pressed her thighs together. She whimpered when the seam of her jeans brushed against her sensitive clit. Hands on her nipples through her bra brought her attention back to Riley as he pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and gently squeezed. She had done this hundreds of times to herself, but there was no comparison.
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When Riley did it, it felt like electrical sparks shooting through her nipples. They stood hard and ready, waiting for more of his special attention. The man reduced her to incoherent moans and the only thing she could do was grip his hair and hold on for the ride. His lips scorched a trail down her stomach until they got to the waistband of her jeans.
Jessica held her breath as she waited to see what came next. Her hands itched to touch Riley, but she held still. He unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down her legs. Using his shoulder to steady her, she lifted each leg as he helped her out of the pants. When he was done, he stood, stepped back, and just stared at her. Jessica felt those absent nerves starting to make their presence known. She knew what most people saw when they looked at her.
She was either too skinny or too pale. Did Riley think the same? She was in nothing but her bra and panties, and he was still fully clothed. Was this how the night was going to end? Well, that certainly shut the voices in her head up. Was he reading her mind? Jessica gave up all thoughts when Riley started to undress. He lifted his shirt over his head and she felt her mouth water at the smooth chest and stomach he revealed.
Riley was lean, but Jessica could see the definition of each muscle. She wanted to trace each line with her tongue.
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She stopped breathing when she heard the rasp of his zipper and trailed her eyes down just in time to see him push his pants down his legs. The imprint of his hard cock through his boxer briefs caught her eye. If the size of the bulge was any indicator, the man was huge. Jessica gulped and reached out to touch him. From the grimace on his face, Jessica had a feeling he was telling the truth. He had given her orgasms twice now and had been left unfulfilled. She may have not been experienced, but she had one hell of an imagination.
She was pretty sure she could figure out a way to make him feel just as good. Lying down on the bed, she watched as Riley slid his briefs down his legs before climbing on top of her. He straddled her waist and Jessica was able to see his cock as it rested against her lower stomach.
He was hard, and the moisture she could see glistening on the end of the red tip told her he was just as turned on as she was. I suppose you are ready, Major Hackett, with your friend? Alexander MacDonough? But, hang me! MacDonough on terms of equality before, I 'd have advised Captain Forester not to mind him.
My maxim is, there are always low fellows enough to shoot one another, and never come trespassing among the manors of their betters. The unjust and the cruel were held in reprobation, and the good and the charitable had a fame as pure, although their deeds were not trumpeted aloud or graven on marble. Believe me, sir, we are not by any means so much wiser or better than those who went before us, and even if we were both, we certainly are not happier.
This eternal warfare, this hand to hand and foot to foot straggle for rank, apd wealth, and power, that goes on amongst us now, had no existence then, when a man's destiny was carved out for him, and he was all but powerless to alter or control it.
That strong bond of attachment has all but disappeared from amongst us. A brave man will always have self-possession enough to feel the misery of his position. Had the feat been one of vengeance, and not of love, Tell had never hit the apple, sir. But there,—is not that a fire yonder? It was at this moment the glorious panorama of Clue Bay broke forth before Forester's astonished eyes.enalegcetur.ml
He looked with rapture on that spacious sheet of water, which, in all the majesty of the great ocean, came heaving and swelling against the rocky coast, or pouring its flood of foam through the narrow channels between the islands. Of these, the diversity seemed endless, some rich and verdant, teeming with abundance and dotted with cottages; others, less fertile, were covered with sheep or goats; while some, rugged and barren, frowned gloomily amid the watery waste, and one, far out to sea, a bold and lofty cliff, showed a faint twinkling star upon its side, the light for the homeward-bound ships over the Atlantic.
What say you if we go to-morrow? The stone selected was of that pinkish hue that is seen in many of the cathedrals in the North of England,—a material peculiarly favorable to the labors of the chisel, and when protected from the rude influence of weather possessing qualities of great endurance. This building was surrounded on three sides by a flower-garden, which descended by successive terraces to the edge of a small river pursuing its course to the sea, into which it emerged about a mile distant.
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A very unmindful observer would have been struck at once with the aspect of greater care and cultivation bestowed here than on other portions of the abbey grounds. The trim and orderly appearance of everything, from the flowering shrubs that mingled their blossoms with the rich tracery of the architraves, to the bright gravel of the walks, denoted attention, while flowers of rare beauty, and plants of foreign growth, were seen blending their odors with the wild heaths that shed their perfume from the mountain side.
The brilliant beauty of the spot was, indeed, heightened by the wild and rugged grandeur of the scene, like a diamond glittering brighter amid the dark dross of the mine. On the side nearest to the bay, and with a view extending to the far-off Island of Achill, an apartment opened by three large windows, the upper compartments of which exhibited armorial bearings in stained glass. If the view without presented a scene of the most grand and varied loveliness, within this chamber art seemed to have vied in presenting objects the most strange and beautiful.
It was furnished in all the gorgeous taste of the time of Louis XV. The ceiling, a deep mass of carving relieved by gold, presented masses of fruit and flowers fantastically interwoven, and hanging, as though suspended, above the head. The walls were covered with cabinet pictures of great price, the very frames objects of wonder and admiration. It is not, however, to linger over the objects of rare and costly excellence which here abounded that we have conducted our reader to this chamber, and whither we would beg of him to accompany us about two hours later than the events we have narrated in our last chapter.
At a breakfast-table whose equipage was, in price and elegance, in exact keeping with all around, were two ladies. The elder of the two was advanced in life, and although her hair was perfectly white, her regular features and finely pencilled brow bore, even yet, great marks of beauty.
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If the expression of the face was haughty, it was so without anything of severity; it was a look of pride that denoted rather a conscious sense of position and its duties, than any selfish assumption of personal importance. Habitual delicacy of health contributed to strengthen this expression, lending to it a character which, to an incautious observer, might convey the notion of weariness or ennui.
The tones of her voice were low and measured, and perfectly devoid of any peculiar accent. If to those more familiar with the cordial familiarity of Irish manner, Lady Eleanor Darcy might seem cold and frigid, such as knew more of the world at large, and were more conversant with the general habits of society, could detect, through all the seeming impassive-ness of her air, that desire to please, that anxiety to make a favorable impression, which marked the character of one who in early life had been the beauty of her circle.
Even now, as she lay back indolently within the deep recess of a cushioned chair, her attitude evinced a gracefulness and ease which long habit seemed to have identified with her nature. At the opposite side of the table, and busy in the preparation of the breakfast, stood a young girl whose age could not have been more than eighteen. So striking was the resemblance between them that the least acute of physiognomists must have pronounced her the daughter.