Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
She rolled onto her back and stared up at me, blinking fast, her pulse visible at her throat. I traced her forehead, her brows, the line of her nose and across her cheekbones with my fingertip. Tenderly I ran my fingertips over her lips. I felt her tremble under my gaze, my touch, saw the flutter of her lashes in response, the way she swallowed hard. I continued to follow the line of her features, her chin and jawline, the shell of her ear, the curve of her neck. My fingertips were on her collarbone when she drew a shaky breath and reached for me. I knew it was too much for her, and I loved seeing how long she could hold out before she broke and had to stop me.
She sat up and pressed her lips to the corner of my mouth. I made a throttled sound, to my surprise because a soft kiss just west of the mark shouldn’t have triggered that deep a reaction. I turned toward her and our lips locked, clinging together before I started to kiss her in earnest. She rose up on her knees to kiss me back. I wrapped an arm around her and bore her down onto the cushions. She smiled at me. I looked down at her beautiful face. “Have you ever thought about this? About us?” I asked her. She nodded.
“I’ve worn out batteries thinking about us,” she admitted, eyes sparkling. “What am I doing when you think of me? If you think of me.”
“There’s no if with us, Jas,” I whispered. “In my fantasies you’re telling me you need me, you’re urging me to go faster, to move my hand or my mouth just so. You’re a woman who knows what you want,” I say.
“I picture you being all business. You’re in complete control with one thing on your mind and that ice-cold stare right in my eyes.”
“That’s where reality beats fantasy,” I told her, savoring the rapt expression on her face. “Because foreplay is more than half the fun.”
I kissed her upper lip one time, softly, and levered off her. She gave a squeak of dismay that was a shot of confidence to my ego. I sat back on my knees and unzipped her company fleece. “Mmmm,” I said, revealing not the expected t-shirt but a clingy white tank that hugged all her curves and showed the sharp peaks of her nipples through the thin fabric. I parted the front of her jacket and set my hands to her torso, one palm warm on the curve of her belly while my right hand curved around her rib cage, thumb just brushing the swell below her breast.
Her ragged breath told me she liked it, and her avid stare never left my face. I stroked the underside of her breast with sweeps of my thumb and, her lips parted, the tip of her tongue peeking out to wet her full lower lip. The sight of her pink tongue moistening her parted lips made my already hard cock stiffen and clench in response.
I slid my hand up her stomach to her chest and skimmed over the other breast to rest my fingertips on her lips. I shut my eyes for an instant and then rasped out, “I can’t stand it when you lick your lips. You’ll unman me.”
Shocked, she blinked, then those lips curved into a slow smile before she swept her tongue against my fingertips. My body seemed to lock up at that warm, wet touch. A barely-anything lick that sent a spike of pleasure rocketing through my body as surely as if she had licked my dick that way. I mastered myself and looked down at her.
“Naughty girl. I should show you what to do with that tongue,” I said, my voice low. I felt her squirm, arching her breast into my hand eagerly. “You like that?” I purred. I let go of her to peel down her tank top, exposing her pale, full breast to my hungry eyes.
I went back to the light touches she liked, trailing my fingers down the slope of her breast and tracing a circle around her pebbled nipple as she strained toward me, giving a whimper. She wanted relief, wanted me to grab and pinch and suck. But I knew how to make it last, how to drive her higher and higher until she couldn’t take any more. Then I’d teach her a thing or two about pure, hedonistic ecstasy. Another slow, deliberate circle around her nipple as she squirmed and pressed, tried to urge me on.
Jasmine reached for my face, her hand on my jaw, thumb sweeping over my cheekbone. With effort, she raised herself to kiss me. I unbuttoned my own shirt until it hung open down the front and I lifted her onto my knees so her bare breast was flush against my chest, hard cut muscle for her to push and rub against. Her kiss grew sloppier. I took over. I dragged the tip of my tongue along her upper lip, flicked the roof of her mouth, gave her soft, sweet kisses that drove her mad. Kissing her was incredible. Teasing her like this was on another level.