Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 129980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
“I am ready for you.” There was a plea in her voice.
“No, you’re not. You just feel like you are. I don’t want you to experience anything but pleasure, so we’re doing this my way.” He would have done it his way regardless, but he meant what he said. He had no intention of her feeling anything but sheer bliss. That meant taking his time and building her need slowly. Preparing her body. It was his good luck that his pleasure was all about bringing it to her.
“I’ve never felt anything like this,” she confessed. “It feels so good it’s a little scary.”
His woman was giving him that starry-eyed adoration he’d come to look for. “You’re in good hands, baby. Just keep trusting me. I’m going to make you feel a whole lot better.”
He was just as addicted to that look on her face, the one that said he was incredible, the most amazing lover on the planet. They hadn’t even gotten started yet and she was already certain of his abilities. But then she didn’t have anything to judge this experience by. He intended that to never happen. He was determined to be her only. Ever.
Spreading her thighs wider, he shifted his weight, placing her legs over his forearms. One hand on her belly, fingers splayed wide to hold her still, he dipped his head and began his feast. Slow, delicious licks. Flicks with this tongue. Teasing her. A slow burn that built and built, sneaking up on her until it was a fiery inferno.
He was careful not to give her exactly what was needed to get her off. Very gently he brushed her clit with the pads of his fingers. He circled that sensitive little button and then replaced his fingers with his tongue. Azelie gasped and gave him that same little broken whisper of a cry when he curled a long finger inside her, finding her most sensitive spot and stroking.
Maestro pulled back when he felt the tightening of her body, the hot slickness. He replaced his finger with his tongue, a unique weapon that made her go a little wild. He plunged his tongue into her, withdrew, and did it again and again. Truthfully, he felt a little wild himself. He prided himself on control, yet he knew he was on the verge of tipping over the edge.
He loved her taste. He loved her response to him, the way she thrashed under him. The little whimpers and moans. The sight of her needing him. Her fragrance enveloped him, driving him nearly out of his mind. Her skin was rose-petal soft, flushed now with desire. When he moved one finger in her, the silken walls of her channel were scorching hot, her need growing for his full, painful cock.
Once again, he slowed things down, nuzzling her, running his nose along her inner thighs, all the while inhaling deeply to breathe her in. He wanted to keep her in his lungs forever.
“Andrii.” Her little whisper was back. A moan. A plea. “You have to do something. I’m burning up.”
He was burning up as well. Aching. Needing. But this was for her. “Have to make sure you can take me, baby.”
Her eyes widened. “I can,” she announced solemnly. Certain.
She was tight around his finger, and his cock was much larger than his finger. Her silken muscles tightened. She was coiled tight. Her body was flushed with heat, the flames dancing through her veins licking at her nerve endings.
The fire roared through him. Raged. He wanted to be inside her. Sharing her skin. Her body. Once more he put his mouth on her. Sucked. Flicked. Worked her hard, brought her so close numerous times until she was thrashing beneath him.
Maestro lost himself in her, in the wonder of her body. The miracle of real feeling. He used every bit of his skills, tongue, teeth, lips, fingers. Worshipping her. Losing himself in the exquisite taste of her. Her feminine fragrance. He would know her anywhere. Her soft skin. Like silk or satin. Then there was that emotion welling up, coming close to overwhelming him. Was that what love felt like? Because he’d never known that emotion, but what he felt for her was all-encompassing. He couldn’t ever take the chance of losing her.
“Andrii,” she wailed his name, her body close. So close.
He felt the tightness coiling in her belly. Her thighs went rigid as the scorching-hot silken muscles clamped around his fingers. This time he didn’t stop.
“Andrii—” She broke off, her hips bucking with need.
“Let go.” He made it a command as he flicked her clit and used his finger to stroke her sensitive bundle of nerves.
That scorching-hot tunnel clamped hard on his fingers, so hard his cock jerked in anticipation. She shuddered, driving her nails into his shoulders, scoring his skin. Her gaze clung to his as the first orgasm rolled through her. Her tight muscles fought to drag his fingers deeper. He bent forward, rubbed the bristles of his jaw along her breast, and then sucked her nipple into the heat of his mouth. Just as her body was beginning to settle, he bit down on her nipple, applying gentle pressure and then a harder nip, his tongue soothing instantly. Her body detonated a second time, this orgasm stronger than the first.