Chapter Three
Leda’s pale, naked body rose up over him. She smiled down at him as she impaled herself on his erection. Her skin was luscious, o s ft and creamy. She arched her back, pushing her breasts forward. The ripe swells tipped with dusky pink n*****s invited his touch. Her long, silky hair, the color of water-darkened sand, fell over her shoulders, tickling his bare chest.
“Ian,” she whispered, grinding her hips against him.
He groaned in pleasure and reached up, cupping one of her breasts. The pink bud at the tip hardened under his caressing fingertips. A so soft moan escaped her throat and she bent over to kiss him in a blissful explosion…
Ian awoke from his dream, the blood pounding in his ears. Perspiration had molded his pajama top to his chest, which rose and fell heavi
