Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 151410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
His fingers still lightly held my cheeks as we kissed, a slow, gentle kiss that accentuated the finality of this moment. Nevio pulled back an inch. Waters from his hair dripped down on my face and cleavage, droplets chasing each other down the valley between my breasts and soaking my camisole. The fabric clung to my breasts, and my nipples hardened.
“Rory.” The word was dark, almost agonized. Nevio gripped the hem of my camisole and pushed it up. I lifted my arms so he could pull it over my head. He tossed it to the floor, then cupped my cheek and pressed his lips to mine again.
His eyes were on mine as if he sought a connection to ground him. More water dripped down on me, and goose bumps rose on my skin. Nevio pulled back and lowered his face to my chest, his warm tongue chasing the drops along the swell of my breasts, then over my nipples.
I arched, my hand gripping the back of his head, fingers tangling in wet hair. His tongue meticulously licked up every drop of water from my chest. Every time he brushed my nipple, my core clenched. I felt on edge, oversensitive in a way I’d never experienced. A few drops of water escaped down my belly, and Nevio’s tongue pursued them. When the tip of his tongue passed my belly button, I tensed, my fingers flexing against his scalp. I knew this wouldn’t end where our last encounters had ended. This time, I’d give even more of myself to Nevio, physically and mentally, and I feared it would ruin me for good.
Nevio gazed up, part of his eyes covered by his dripping wet hair. A smirk pulled at his lips, reminding me of my Nevio, of the man I still wanted by my side.
By now several droplets had trailed down my thighs and over my pubic bone, some catching in my trimmed hair, others resting between my pussy lips or in the ridge between my labia and thigh.
My body was as taut as a bow, ready for Nevio to catch those wayward drops too, full of desire and longing but also apprehension. Kneeling in front of me, he slid his tongue along the groove between my thigh and pubic bone, then along my outer thigh and inward. His eyes caught mine again as he dipped his tongue between my pussy lips to catch the water that had gathered there. His hair kept dripping, and Nevio lapped up every drop that caught on my pussy.
“Water never tastes this sweet,” he rasped. He parted my folds with his thumbs and bent over my pussy so more cold water dripped on my heated flesh. Every drop against my clit left me shell-shocked and desperate for more. Nevio covered my pussy with his mouth and really dove in. His licks became almost feral as he gathered more than just water. My cheeks heated from lust and embarrassment as I watched him devour my pussy. I was close; my legs tensed but Nevio pulled away.
I tried to shove his head back, but he was too strong. His eyes made me shiver with lust. One of his fingers traced the seam of my pussy, far away from my clit.
“Do you ever fantasize about the feel of my knife? How it claimed the part of your innocence that my cock hadn’t?”
More heat raced into my face as it always did when I remembered that incident. I still couldn’t believe it had actually happened, and I had enjoyed it.
Nevio smiled when I didn’t reply. He gripped my thigh and shifted it to the side, then pushed two fingers into me. I let my head fall back but kept my head tilted down so I could watch. His forehead pressed against my lower belly, the cold a shock to my system. He fingered me faster and deeper, and his lips closed over my clit. I came with a violent shudder, my lips pressed together to stop myself from making a sound. He shoved to his feet and cradled my face, his dark eyes full of need. “Rory.”
It was all he said, but even that one word carried his desire. I met his lips, letting my own need take over.
He lifted me off the ground, and my legs came around his waist. He walked backward, then lowered himself to the ground with his back against the bathtub and me straddling his belly.
With his eyes locked on mine, he gripped my hips and guided me so his tip pressed against my opening. “Take all of me, Rory. I want to watch your face. Want to see the lust, the pleasure, the pain as my cock takes whatever innocence is left.”
I began to lower myself. The knife handle had been much smaller, and the memory from that first night had already faded. Tonight felt as if it was our first time. Nevio cupped my neck, his thumb on my throat as his other hand pressed down on my hip. I sank down despite the intense stretching sensation, my lips falling open as the air left my lungs. “To see pain mix with pleasure on your face is the biggest turn-on I’ve ever had. Nothing compares to it, and at this moment, I want to believe it could be enough.”