Grace Rayne Nude Novels & Stories

Then the bathroom door clicked open. I gasped, the soap slipping from my fingers as Raynard stepped inside without a single word. His steel-gray eyes burned through the steam, locking onto my naked body with an intensity that made my knees weak. He didn’t ask permission. He didn’t explain. He simply began stripping, peeling off his dark shirt to reveal the powerful, sculpted chest I had only ever glimpsed in passing. His belt came next, then his pants and boxers, sliding down muscular thighs until he stood gloriously naked.

After stripping her clothes she washed her body thoroughly. More than twenty minutes later Celestine left bathroom and looked around the room with awe. Red roses were spread in whole room and candles were lit and arranged beautifully. Celestine wore a blue silk night gown and left her hair open. Her face was red due to shower and there was not a single touch of make up on her angelic face. A sudden gust of wind hit her making her shiver. Celestine turned left and saw Damien walking in from balcony. He wore a casual white shirt with black pants and his hair were messy. In this casual dress his body was executing an aura of bad boy.

she shrugged inwardly. It wasn’t a big deal. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked before… Ugh. There goes my dirty mind again… “I haven’t seen that movie,” he said gruffly. “So I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She grinned wider. “It would be an honor if you could paint me like Jack Dawson painted Rose DeWitt Bukater. I suggest you watch the movie and let me know what you think. I’m willing to pay, whatever the price.”

Richey lets out a low growl of possession. “That too, sweetheart. Take it all off.” Slowly, I obey. I unfasten my bra and let the cups slip off my arms before dropping the material to the floor. Then, I pull my panties down, letting the lace slip to the floor before stepping out and presenting myself nude for my handsome neighbor’s gaze. His blue eyes eat up my curves, loving their fleshy generosity. “Beautiful,” he rasps. “Absolutely gorgeous. But Rina, I want to see more than this. I want to see that pretty pink inside.”

I looked away as heat flushed my face. “It would be a waste not to enjoy such a powerful body in its prime. Imagine his stamina.” Grace whispered in my ear like the devil on my shoulder. I shooed her away. “Stop ogling the staff–you’re a taken woman now.” She giggled and left me alone with my sordid thoughts. Ryan really did have the perfect body. He was skyscraper tall, and every inch of him was covered in artfully sculpted muscle. Thick, silky black hair, startling green eyes, and a voice that could make you shiver.

His hand slides up slowly and reaches into her dress. Grace Lauren twists her body to cater for him, and delivers a better her to his hand. She also complains with coquetry, "Ray, why can't you keep yourself in line?" Ray is turned on by her. His fingers touché hard, "Come, let's go to the hotel next door!" Grace Lauren's eyes sparkle with success. She tries to look innocent, "Doesn't you say you wants to drink coffee? Why go to the hotel?" Ray glances around. Seeing no one around, he comes close to her face and says grinding his teeth, "Stop pretending!"

Not here in front of all these people. “How wet are you right now?” I ask softly in her ear and, without hesitation, Grace holds my hand from her hips and moves it to the inside of her leg, where some of her juices are rolling down. Fuck, I wasn’t expecting Grace to be so courageous. She is usually shy and doesn’t want to make a scene. I move my hang up and down her leg, pressing my thumb lightly against her pussy, and realize she is not wearing any underwear anymore. What the fuck?

thought Grace. It's such a perfect night. So calm and peaceful. There is only the sound of sighs with groans that sound like music that triggers more passionate desires. Now Grace was completely naked in front of Paul, while he was still wearing his trousers. Grace just managed to grab her clothes until she lay helplessly on the floor of the ship. For a moment Paul stepped away to admire how beautiful her body was. Hurrying breaths and glazed eyes became the strongest attacks that made Paul no longer able to hold

I pulled my coat close and walked over to the figure, crouching down. I offered money and treats. "Here, take this. It's freezing out here; have something warm to eat." The person slowly looked up. The face was so dirty and frostbitten that I could hardly recognize in the faint light. The hair was matted to the head, smelling sour. However, then I saw the eyes, and I could not breathe. They were cloudy and empty, but with a spark of something I knew. It was Shirley. I was stuck in place, my thoughts racing.

“Go inside. I’ll see her.” He said, adjusting his towel on his waist and pulled on a t-shirt. I went in the shower and opened my mouth in O when I saw my state. Ugh, he didn’t touch me but my state was disheveled, the blouse was almost down and my breasts were visible. My left nipple was poking out and my hair was completely out of the place, brushing my flushed face. I sighed and stepped into the shower letting the warm water soothe my skin and kill the tiredness. I wasn’t surprised when I pulled down my underwear, finding them completely soaked and I knew I needed a release. I pulled my nipples with my hand caressing my skin with the other bringing it lower to my weeping core and inserted