A Bride of Stone by Eva Slipwood Page A

craftsmanship: the seductive curve of her ass, the ripe fullness of her breasts, the inviting mound between her thighs, the delectable lines of her cheeks. The light from the candles flicker over her face, the line of her neck, her hair. She is an exquisite beauty and I cannot take my gaze from her. I look at her eyes, still closed, and the inviting smile of her mouth. Her lips are slightly parted in anticipation. I lean down and kiss her softly on the mouth, feeling the chill stone hard against my lips. As we kiss I imagine her mouth opening, her lips parting, inviting my tongue. I feel a hand on the back of my head, cold and hard, as her lips soften against mine. Her mouth opens and our tongues meet, sending a shiver through me.
    In shock I pull away from her as her eyes flutter open and gaze up at me. They’re green. Her eyes are green.
    She pulls me close, one arm wrapping around my waist, the other still on the back of my head. We kiss again, long and hard. She is warmer this time, her skin more supple. I wrap my arms around her, running my hands from her shoulders down to the small of her back, feeling the supple flesh. After years of work she is alive!
    She moves her head, nuzzling my ear, before trailing her tongue down my neck. It’s soft and warm, so different from the petrified thing she was moments before. My body tingles as she laps at my neck and my trousers tighten as my erection grows. She stands back, her hands on my shoulders, looking up at me with a smile.
    “Your desire summoned me,” she whispers, her voice low and sensual, her eyes filled with lust.
    She rips my shirt open with a quick, powerful motion and drags it over my shoulders and down my arms and lets it drop to the floor. She lowers her head to my chest, planting small kisses down my well defined muscles and circling her tongue around my nipple. I moan as the sensation washes over me, my nipple becoming erect in her mouth. I clutch her around the waist holding her close to me, feeling my member now throbbing and straining through my trousers against her belly. I look down at her dark red hair, the waves of it cascading down to her shoulders, exactly as I imagined it would when I carved it.
    Her hands stroke the back of my arms and fall to my waist, her fingers sliding into the top of my trousers. She moves her hand to find my cock, her cool fingers wrap around the shaft as it twitches in response to her. She rubs the tip gently with her thumb, smearing my pre-cum over the head. She strokes it, teasing it to greater firmness. I moan as her tongue traces a pattern down my firm stomach as she kneels on the ground in front of me. She looks up at me, her green eyes ablaze from the candles. She unlaces my trousers, tugging them down over my ass and taking my erection in her mouth as it’s released from the material. I gasp as she swallows me, her lips parting over the head of my cock, sliding further down my shaft. Her lips and tongue are magical as she works my cock back and forth in her mouth, teasing it slowly, her tongue swirling around the head, the tip. I groan and throw my head back in joy as her hand cups my balls, massaging them with her fingers.
    She releases my cock from her mouth and I gasp, feeling lost without the warmth of her mouth around me, aching for the feel of her tongue. She pulls me towards her and I stumble to my knees. She pushes me backwards on to the floor and I lay there waiting for her, surrounded by the flickering light of the candles, hungry for her ministrations. She runs her tongue up the inside of my thigh towards my groin, taking my balls in her mouth as she reaches them. She sucks on them, pulling each plum into her mouth gently, lapping at them with her tongue. I feel them tighten insid her mouth and I shiver. She licks my shaft, dragging her tongue slowly from the base to the tip, her eyes, mischievous, locked on mine. My heart races and a warm glow spreads from my groin, through my thighs. I tremble as she