Her soft lips moved against his, drawing him forward and opening to massage his tongue with hers. Air felt endangered, heat enraged.Shoving her pants...to her knees, he hitched her legs astride him. Her pants webbed against his stomach.“Wait, wait,” Nicolette gasped, wiggling in his grasp.David set her down, every muscle in his body flexing as he kissed her throat. His hands roamed over her neck, her shoulders, her small breasts and arms. Nic ripped a pant leg off her ankle and threw her arms. The directions I had been given for the Parador del Calenela were pretty clear and after our meal I drove about 5 km, down a minor road, to the Parador, which we found to be a friendly, intimate, and luxurious 12 room hotel.The original building had been a fortified watch tower complex, part of the outer defences of Oropesa, that had been built by the Moors in the 9th Century. In 1136, in a surprise attack led by Henri Navarre y Vazquez, the outpost was captured. It was then held by the. You shouted over the roar of the bike that I could touch you as we rode. You spread your legs further to allow me access and eager to obey my fingers found the spot you wanted rubbing. I felt you sway and sensed, rather than heard, you moaning softly as my fingers rubbed gently. All too soon you smacked my hand and said' That's enough for now'. Disappointed but happy with what had happened I carried on meandering through the country roads. Gradually the road grew narrower and very few cars came. She could feel the slickness of the soap even under the water, rubbing it over herself before letting her bare hands finish the job. “So peaceful...” Rey whispered to herself quietly. Her thoughts began to wander. She knew where they were going. To the place where her thoughts always went when she was alone and at ease. To Ben.“Be with me.” The words were gentle and soft on her lips. “Be with me.”Her hands began to wander, tracing a slow but sure path down her chest and past her hips. Rey’s.