Roxton's Dreams

AUTHOR: Lady K. Roxton

TRANSLATION: Cris Krux

DISCLAIMER: All the "Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's The Lost World" series' characters are John Landis, Telescene, Coote/Hayes, DirecTV, New Line Television, Space, Action Adventure Network, Goodman/Rosen Productions, and Richmel Productions' property (the list could probably go on).

COMMENTS: Hello everybody. I've finished this story a long time ago. So I'm starting to publish it again. Liking or not, please read and review.

My special thanks to Cris Krux, Sex's author, Roxeanne, LMR, KC, Kriss, TowandaBR, Angelic, Claudia, Jessie Girl, TLWFreak.

Chapter 3

"Yes, I think I forgot something, I will show you..." he said while hugging her and kissing her in a way that took her breath away.

As soon as she freed herself from his ardent lips, she tried to find the words to speak to him, but just managed to say:

"What happened? Aren't you going to work?"

"No, Marguerite, not today... I was waiting for the others to leave. Waiting for you to be completely alone..."

She smiled when listened to his whereabouts. It sounded a little bit childish.

"John, are you kidding! You know they are probably not coming back until tonight, maybe only tomorrow, you could have gone to work normally and..."

"I could not wait any longer, Marguerite! I don't know what is going on, I'm out of control, it's incomprehensible."

"But I have to work, John. If you want to stay you can, but don't bother me, ok? " she said, freeing herself from his strong embrace.

"Ah, but these gems you can catalog later, in any other day! We are not going anywhere anyway! And I may make you change your mind... Doesn't it seen interesting? "

Marguerite was starting to feel curious about the hunter's disposition and with all his efforts to please her.

"Ok, Lord John Roxton, why don't you try?" she asked in a smile.

"My pleasure... Sit down, please..."

She sat by the couch, making an extra effort to prevent laughing. She thought he would try to distract her with some silly thing, and then try to seduce her. Of course she also wanted that, but that sudden disposition in Roxton was a new, even for him. In the meanwhile, Roxton went to the kitchen, coming back with a bottle of champagne, strawberries and a honey pot. The champagne and the strawberries he served to Marguerite... Now, about the honey pot...

Roxton stripped his shirt very slowly, undoing each button (what was usually very difficult for him!), showing her his strong back, his worked out abdomen, his sinewy and strong arms. But the show was just starting...

He freed himself from his trousers and drawers, and was then completely naked. And with his 'hunting gear' ready to start any game.

Marguerite was breathless... "My, he is handsome! He seems like a masterpiece sculptured by very skilful hands... I could spend the rest of my life and never get tired of admiring him... But, what is this honey for?"

As if reading her mind, John opened the pot and put a finger inside it, taking some honey. He brought the finger back to his mouth and tasted it. "Hummmmm it's delicious... Do you want to taste it, Marguerite?"

She nodded a yes and he brought his finger to her mouth. She sucked and licked his finger and was already starting to caress his body, but...

"No, my love, not yet... You have a small tribute to pay... Strip your dress!"

She obeyed without a single protest. She was not wearing a bra, so the only piece of clothe that remained covering her body was a black little pant that Roxton hadn't seen before but that pleased him all the same.

"Sit down again, Marguerite..."

She obeyed.

Then the hunter started to spread honey over his belly and a little under too, exactly where you are imagining: over his penis, erect as a steel bar. When he finished spreading the honey, he leant against the table, and licked his finger making a so seductive mouth to her it made her mouth water.

"Do you like honey?" he asked.

"I love it!" were her last words before she started the difficult task of cleaning him. Marguerite was as hungry for pleasure as her beloved. She licked and sucked his penis as if she was a hungry beast on the verge of devouring her prey. Roxton could have never imagined Marguerite could be so... WONDERFUL! He was really enjoying it.

She felt that Roxton was on the brink, he was growing hotter and hotter. So he stood up and made her sit by the couch, taking off, almost ripping out her satin pant. And then he rewarded her with the same kind of treatment she had just given him: he opened her legs and spread some honey, and started sucking it. The honey mingled with her juices was making him feel inebriated, a real godly nectar for Roxton.

She could feel his lips, his tongue thrusting into her, and she wished this could never end. Then the hunter, first softly and then faster, slid a finger inside her, and then two, never stopping with his tongue. Marguerite was moaning and twisting in his arms, while with her hands she was pushing more and more Roxton's head towards her.

Roxton could not stand any longer, so he raised his head, looking inside her eyes, and taking her on his arms, rested her over the table, just throwing away anything that was over the table before. He made her lean there as if she was a queen and positioned himself between her legs, which were raised over his shoulders. It was easy and fast for them to finally get united, both were ready and longing for that.

Roxton thrust fast and firm inside Marguerite, while caressed her breasts and whispered loving words to her. She was feeling intense and overwhelming sensations that were obliterating her senses.

They both felt that even their souls had been affected when they reached the climax of their passion. But were they ready to stop? Marguerite was still sat by the table while they kissed each other luxuriously, their wet tongues dancing rhythmically, while their skilful hands were being very well applied: Roxton's hands were between Marguerite's legs, while her hands were building up his engorged flesh.

They were ready for more. Roxton laid down on the table this time, and Marguerite straddled across him, perfectly grooved with him. He was now completely at the mercy of her will. She was coiling over him in a very stimulating way, as if she was a wild serpent. He tried to hold and control her, but that only served to stimulate her even more...

Then...

TO BE CONTINUED!