Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 77016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
She kisses my chest again, moving her lips slightly each time, until she presses a kiss to a nipple.
I inhale. Never have I been as sensitive there as I am now. I feel like skyrockets are exploding inside me. From a mere kiss to my nipple. “Damn.”
She flicks her tongue over the nipple, and then she closes her lips over it and softly sucks.
I tremble again, sucking in another breath.
“Tell me what you want,” she whispers.
“You’re doing it. I want your touch. Everywhere.”
She lifts her chin and kisses my lips softly. I open, and our tongues meet gently for a few seconds. Then she ends the kiss and rains soft pecks along my stubbled jawline, giggling. She moves to my neck then, kissing down to my shoulder once more. Where before her fingers led, now her lips take over as she sprinkles soft kisses over my chest and abs. When she reaches my cock, she gives the head a few flicks of her tongue.
I’m ready to explode.
Release.
Right now onto her soft and slick tongue.
I suck in a breath, let out a groan, and will myself to hold steady.
She heads downward to my thighs. She explores me with her hands and lips simultaneously.
Power exudes from her. Power she probably doesn’t even know she has.
I feel it as she caresses me. The power of her touch. The power of my yearning for it.
The power in…
I breathe out, clear my mind.
The power in my surrender to her.
For that’s what I’m doing. Something I never imagined.
I’m surrendering to Skye. To her touch. Relinquishing my control to her.
And in so doing, perhaps I’ll begin to know myself better.
Chapter Fourteen
She travels down my thighs, over my knees, down my calves to my bare feet, touching, kissing, pleasing me.
Then she stands, entwines both her hands with mine, and leads me to the bed.
Yes, she leads me.
And I allow it.
“You’re so beautiful, Braden,” she says breathlessly.
“No one’s ever said that to me before.”
She chuckles. “Probably because you don’t let them speak.”
I smile, again marveling at how much I’ve been smiling.
I’m letting a part of myself out tonight, a part I keep trapped inside.
I don’t yet know if it’s a mistake, but I can’t bring myself to stop what’s happening.
I don’t want to stop it.
I’m enjoying myself. Enjoying Skye’s touch. Letting her take the lead for once.
I want to understand myself fully so she can understand me.
And I want her to understand why she needs the breath control—something I will never be able to give her.
“Touché,” I finally say. “But as far as beauty goes, I’m nothing compared to you. You’re lovely, Skye, and not just on the outside.”
“Yes, I know. I’m a challenge.”
“That’s part of it, but you go deeper than that, and you know it.”
“Thank you. I’m not sure anyone’s ever given me a more profound compliment.”
“I mean it. Yeah, you drive me wild, sometimes to anger. But it’s because you’re so provocative.”
“I provoke you, huh?”
“God, yes.”
“Is that good or bad?”
“It’s both.” I sit up and flip her onto her back. I enjoyed letting her lead, but I’m ready for more. “My turn to touch you all over.”
She moans softly. “Please, Braden. Please touch me.”
I begin at the top, gently kissing her forehead.
Funny. It’s how my mother used to kiss me when I didn’t feel good. She was checking to see if I had a fever. But this is far from nurturing. It’s sensual because it’s Skye. The woman I love.
Her eyes flutter closed, and then I kiss her eyelids in the softest of caresses.
She shudders beneath me at such a light touch.
And my cock responds. I’m as hard as I’ve ever been from these simple movements. These light touches.
She sighs as I move my lips down her jawline while cupping her breasts at the same time. I tease her nipples with my fingers, and then I pinch them. She lifts her hips with a moan. I’m kissing her neck now—that sensitive neck—and she shivers.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I say against her skin.
Her hips rise again.
She’s searching. Searching for my cock to fill her empty pussy.
As much as I ache to thrust inside her, I continue to slide my fingers and lips over her flesh.
I brush my hands down her sides to her hips, which puts my mouth on target with her nipples.
“Please, Braden.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“My nipples. Suck my nipples.”
As if I couldn’t read her mind…
But this is new.
I asked her what she wanted.
I just want to lie next to you, as your equal, and make love to you.
The words I said to her only moments ago.
They ring true. So true. Something I never thought I’d want, and now I crave it, at least for tonight. I don’t miss the kink.
I flick my tongue over one nipple, making her gasp, and then I suck on it lightly.