Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 106646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
He gives me a little smile. "Deal."
34
BRIDGET
After we give each other quick wipe-down baths, we snuggle up together under the furs and talk for what feels like hours. Our conversation is about nothing in particular, from the type of knot he's trying out on his nets to the silly contest for the metal blade, to Veronica and Ashtar's new baby. It's nice to just talk and drowse, and I fall asleep with my head cradled on A'tam's chest, his hand trailing up and down my spine languidly.
I wake up a short time later to the buzzing sound of a lawnmower. I blink awake, and then I realize that it's not a mower at all, but A'tam's khui. My ear is pressed to his chest still, and his khui is so loud that it's pulled me out of sleep. I listen to it for a moment, the urgent sound of it, and when A'tam shifts slightly, then inhales, I realize he's not asleep at all.
"A'tam?" I say softly, looking up.
He groans, the sound pained. "I did not mean to wake you."
I trail my fingers down his naked side. He's warm, the velvet of his skin always wonderful to touch. "Can't you sleep?"
He buries his face in my hair. "I tried. But then I thought of your taste. And the sounds you make when you come. And how you got so wet when—"
"Okay, okay." I press my fingers to his lips to quiet him. "I get the picture."
"Give me a moment." He kisses the fingers I have against his lips and tugs me closer. "I will relax again soon. Go back to sleep."
I'm no longer sleepy anymore though. I move my hand down his chest and then reach between us, where Goliath is resting. Or rather, Goliath is not resting. A'tam's cock is rock hard and scorching hot. Him relaxing “soon” is a damn lie. With a little smile curving my lips, I think about how he lost his control earlier and came the moment I licked him. It was like the idea had never occurred to him in his life, and he was so astonished he forgot to keep himself in check.
I like the thought of blowing his mind. Even more, I like the thought of doing it again.
So I stroke my fingers lightly along the ridges of his cock. "I don't think all of you is going to relax," I whisper. "I think parts of you might need help."
"Br'chit," he pants, clutching me tight against him. "My lovely Br'chit. I am the luckiest male alive."
I like that the name that falls from his lips is not B'shit. Funny how something as small as a name can be erotic, but it is. I sit up, easing him onto his back, and then kiss my way down his belly again. "Should I just use my hands this time and not my mouth?" I ask softly.
"Do as you please," he tells me, his hand moving through my hair even as his big body shifts restlessly on the furs. "I will love all of it."
Well, I knew that much. Amused, I slide down his thighs, until I'm face to face with the dick of my nightmares. It looks just as intimidating as I remember, all ridges and prominent head and stabby spur. I run my fingers up and down his length with a little sigh, wishing I didn't have that bad memory to ruin things. If I didn't know already how things ended, it might be fun to discover more about this big, thick dick. As it is, everything I do is tinged with a little bit of apprehension. When I stroke his length, I worry he's too long. When I run a finger over the head of him, I can't help but think of a battering ram. When I press a kiss to his scorchingly hot skin, I think about how he's not even going to remotely fit into the back of my throat.
But this is A'tam. He deserves to have a fantastic orgasm too, especially after the brilliant ones he's given me recently. I want that for him. I want to blow his mind.
So I try to focus on the good things. "Your skin is so soft here," I coo, my voice husky as I let my breath fan over his length. I press little nibbling kisses up the side. "It's like the softest hide ever, but over the hardest of rock."
He groans, the breath huffing out of him in great big gulps. His eyes are squeezed tightly shut, his hand in my hair still. I want to joke with him that he's not watching this time, but maybe that's on purpose. Maybe he's trying to hold out longer and knows he won't if he watches me work him. For some reason, I find that achingly sweet, and I give him a teasing little lick.