Eleanor Matsuura Nude Novels & Stories

She dropped the food on the table and left. I pushed my paper work aside and started eating. I had barely touched my food when my phone buzzed. A message from Matteo. No text. Just a folder of pictures. I swiped them open with one hand. There were several photos of Elena just like I had instructed him. I opened one of the photos, she stood in the middle of the gallery, dressed in black, her hair packed in a bun. Smiling. She seemed alive. I zoomed in to another of the photo.

she whispered, with that she turned around passed Marshall a short glance before turning around and walking out with Eleanor. **** “You didn’t have to do this,” Eleanor muttered turning to Matilda as she parked in front of her. “It’s fine, I wanted to, besides it’s being a while we had a chat,” Matilda replied with a small smile, she forced a smile nodding in reply. “I hope you’re fine?!” Matilda asked, Eleanor smile slowly shrunk as soon as she asked that question, there was something about Matilda that made her feel relaxed and just want to pour out her mind to her at any time.

Riley’s moans grew louder, unrestrained, echoing off the studio walls. Elena pulled her fingers free only long enough to strip Riley’s leggings down her legs. Riley stepped out of them, completely naked now, skin flushed and glistening. Elena’s eyes darkened with hunger. She shrugged out of her own leotard in one fluid motion, revealing full breasts with dark nipples and the smooth curve of her hips. A neatly trimmed patch of dark hair framed her glistening sex.

“I ended his life at precisely 10:12 p.m. Pathetic.” Matteo’s breath hitched audibly on the other end, a mix of awe and nerves. “Boss, you and the signora need to leave before they get to the door.” I turned my head, gaze drifting inexorably back to Elena. She lay sprawled on her stomach, the duvet kicked down to the small of her back in the night’s restlessness, leaving the elegant curve of her spine fully exposed—a pale, inviting arch that dipped into the swell of her ass, barely concealed by the twisted sheet. My cock stirred traitorously at the memory.

Matilda said with a smirk moving closer towards him. "What are you doing?," He stuttered as he watched matilda gracefully took off her clothes slowly and seductively with her gaze on Jeremy who gulped down in both anxiety and anticipation. She stood nude in the restroom except for her black embroidered cotton stockings which were held up by elastic bands around the thighs, it made his mouth water and his eyes daze in lust "You...you aren't thinking straight Matilda, what about Leon?," He asked with his gaze on her young breasts.

"You don’t seem so. Take off your shirt.” "Why, Eleanor, such daring." His words were slightly slurred as if he had been drinking. Well, he had. She prowled at him and worked on the buttons of his shirt. Eleanor could feel him watching her, his eyes heavy lidded, and her heartbeat could not help but speed up. She was conscious that her breath was coming harder. She concentrated and he let her, staring at the white translucent material plastered to his hard chest. Determinedly, Eleanor threw his shirt off and revealed his nude torso. There was nothing. No scratches or fresh scars except the ones she had grown familiar with.

I sprang up, hurried outside as I headed for the garden. In just a few seconds I was already standing by the French doors heading towards the rosebushes. She was sitting on the swing by the fountain, she was holding out her phone in front of her. It was a video call. She was glowing. “I'm serious, Matthew!” she said."With Eleanor off to Italy, I can finally breathe. No one's going to complain about my dress sense or how I chew my food in a waitress manner. Or if I know how much the brand of the shoes I am wearing costs.”

Writer's POV Eleanor stood up, not minding the fact that she was naked and Harrison was watching. She went to his wardrobe and pulled out a long oversized shirt and put it on. She took one of his neatly folded underwear and wore it like it was hers, to begin with. She combed her hair with her fingers and swiped them to her left shoulder.

Lucas said, shaking hands with him as they proceeded to the dining room for their meeting. “The artwork needed for the hotels in Hong Kong has been settled and arranged for shipment….”, He drawled in his words as he witnessed Eleanor stepping down the stairs looking appealingly gorgeous in the White top and blue jeans she wore, her brown Auburn hair packed up in a messy bun “You were saying something, Mrs. Anderson”, he was interrupted from his unprofessional thoughts of Eleanor but was trapped right back in as she passed beside where he sat and kissed Lucas on the cheeks, her morning fresh set of strawberry bath bubbles and heavenly alluring scents keeping him in a dazzle

I knew for sure that something was off, and I knew for fact that my mate was trying, somehow, to send me a message. “Think about it, we never did see Eleanor before.” I said, and he frowned in confusion. “The woman was nothing but a name Alienora Bernardi, the chosen woman for the famous Elton Bernardi, but now, she just pops in a picture by his side, holding her stomach and showing off a ‘pregnancy’ that has to be at least three or four months old, doesn’t all that raise a small question mark to you?” “Even if it does, how are we going to…?”