Emma Norton Nude Novels & Stories

Everything about it screamed private and smelled manly. Hands folded underneath her breast, Emily took calculated steps towards the direction Roman was seated, an art catching her attention. It was the picture of a naked woman, lying softly on a rug with one leg crossed atop the other. In between her toes, she held a glass, filled with red wine. Emily sighed again. She had an uneasy feeling when she came across photos of nude women, they tended to remind her that she was a lady herself. Today, the feeling was different. It was Embarrassment and a racing heart. This one reminded her of what had transpired between her and Roman.

She stepped inside, her heels clicking softly against the polished marble floor, and her eyes immediately landed on him. Nathan stood near the edge of the room, his back to her, shirtless and glistening with sweat. The muscles of his shoulders and back rippled as he toweled off, the fabric of his workout shorts clinging to his hips. Emma’s breath caught in her throat. She had seen glimpses of his physique before—the tailored suits he wore left little to the imagination—but this was something else entirely. He was raw, unguarded, and utterly breathtaking.

Her face reddened even the more. Nicklaus held Noah in his arms, still bent over, he stared at the woman who was only few centimeters away from him. Her nightie material was very light and he could see through her perfect body. From her peachy arse to her bouncing breasts that weren't huge but they were on the largest side for her build. Yes, there was one thing about her that was far from perfect. She is an ordinary girl.

They were dark, pupils blown wide. She released the skirts; they fell around his wrists like black manacles. Then she reached for the front of his cassock, tugged the remaining buttons open with sharp, impatient jerks until the white linen parted and his chest was bare. She scraped her nails lightly down his pectorals, watching the red lines bloom. “You have denied yourself for years,” she murmured. “Let me show you what you have been starving.” Before he could answer she sank to her knees between his legs.

She had never felt this exposed, this desired. Marcus stepped behind her, unzipping her dress slowly. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but thigh-high stockings, heels, and her flushed nakedness. Her pale skin contrasted sharply with their rich dark tones. Lena circled her like a predator, fingers trailing over Emma’s flat stomach, down to her dripping slit. "Look at this pretty pink pussy. So wet for black cock already."

Slowly, her fingers found the knot of her robe. Nicklaus froze. The fabric loosened, slipping from her shoulders, falling to the ground. And there she stood, completely naked. The air in the room shifted. For a split second, Nicklaus’s breath hitched, his eyes flickered over her curves, not by choice but by instinct, the kind of instinct he despised in himself. She had a body that could tempt even the strongest man, and Nuela knew exactly what she was doing. “You remember, don’t you?” she purred, stepping closer, her voice like soft melody wrapping around him. “How many nights you reached for me, how you burned for me.”

Completely naked. What the hell?

He said and then walked out of the room. …………. The first thing Annie noticed when she opened the door was Eric standing in front of her, shirtless. She swallowed painfully as she took in his physique. He was perfect, she had seen him display his perfectly toned six-pack in the magazines she used to read when he was a model and seeing him shirtless in real life was a dream come true. She couldn’t believe it was all hers to devour. Annie was lost in her dreamland but she was more than happy when he came back with his shirt for her to wear which was so thoughtful of him.

No amount of training can take away their true basic nature. Nora looks down at her worn out black bra that she has worn for at least 2 years along with only one other pair. She wore one for a few days while the other was washed and dried. Her full chest was on full display as the shirt's broken buttons couldn't be used to cover up. However from below the lower edge of the bra, the buttons were intact and her anorexic waist wasn't visible. "They were ripped." She mutters as she tried to pull over the remaining cloth over her breasts in an attempt to hide them.

Curiously, she walked over to the table and looked at the catalog in shock. The catalog was all pictures of naked women in different poses wearing all types of underwear and brassiere with the outline of the clothed part quite visible in the photo. Brooke’s mouth would have gone dry with jealousy at the sight of all that attractive feminine beauty on display, but the fact that these pictures were in Nathan’s room unsettled her. What was Nathan doing looking at them? It wasn’t as if there was only one picture, there were many. Was this how he pleasured himself? Brooke felt dismayed about the fact that Nathan maybe loved to fantasize about naked women in bikinis. This wasn’t what she expected