Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 85443 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85443 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
His body moved backward, his hands holding me against him, so I moved with him, my body sprawling over his as his back hit the cushions of the round day bed. His hand dug into my neck for a long minute before sinking into my hair, curling into it, then yanking until my head moved backward several inches, the sting in my scalp somehow sending a shock of desire in a line down to my core, making my sex clench hard. "Feel how wet you are already?" he asked, his voice gravelly, his eyes heavy, as his hand on my hip pulled me against the length of his cock, sharing my wetness with him. "Time to get a taste," he declared, throwing his weight up and sending my back onto the mattress.
As soon as I was flat, he was over me, his wide palms pressing and holding my thighs spread wide for him, his body shifting and lowering. And then I felt his mouth on me, every bit as hungry as it had been with my mouth, giving no gentleness, no hesitance. More consuming. More confident exploration. His tongue lavished over my clit in circles, vertically, horizontally, keeping me guessing and driving me upward hard and fast until my whimpers became moans and my moans became gasps. His tongue traveled downward when I was sure the swirling need was going to be satisfied, curling in on itself then thrusting inside me. My hips jerked as my hand fell onto the back of his head, realizing what was happening, what he was doing: he was literally fucking me with his tongue. No one had ever done anything quite so unexpected, so primal, so erotic to me before.
"Oh, my God," I groaned as his tongue thrust into me over and over, the action familiar but the sensation entirely new. His hand moved up above his mouth and started working my clit again until, literally just seconds later, my body exploded into a thousand tiny, overwhelming shocks, making my thighs shake and my back arch completely off the cushions as my sex clenched over and over and I realized I was coming around his tongue, the thought sending off another small, but intense shock before I was spent and fell back against the bed, gasping hard for the air I hadn't realized I hadn't been breathing.
His lips kissed up my sex then my belly until I felt his chin plant right above my navel and I looked down to see him watching me from his lowered position, eyes still heavy, still dark, still promising more. "Sweet," he concluded and that one word made my belly flutter again. I hadn't noticed his arm moving, but when he suddenly sat up, sitting back on his heels, the condom foil was in his hands and he was deftly ripping it open and quickly protecting us.
He sat there long enough for me to feel the insecurity start to break through the heavenly aftermath of an orgasm. "What?" I asked when he just kept looking at me.
To that, his lips tipped up, looking both amused and devilish at the same time. "Trying to decide how far I can push it for a first time," he told me honestly, making my belly clench.
How far he could take it for a first time?
How far?
Meaning what?
I never stopped to consider that Byron might be into things that maybe I had never been exposed to before. But, as I thought of it then, it made sense. Men like Byron: powerful, confident, experienced men, it usually went to follow that they were experimental. And I had been decidedly... not. It just had never been a thing before. I hadn't really given it much thought. Sex was a part of relationships and I generally followed the lead and, as I mentioned, the men I dated were, well, on the boring side. That continued into the bedroom. Not that they were insufficient or unsatisfying, they were just... adequate. Normal.
I should have known that being with Byron meant it would be anything other than normal.
Words like adequate and average didn't even seem like they could exist within his vocabulary.
And somehow, that both thrilled and terrified me.
Then, for perhaps the first time in my life, the thrill of the unknown overpowered the fear of it. "However far you want to take it," I said quietly.
Apparently that was the right thing to say. His eyes, already deep, darkened. The amusement left his smile and then his face lost the smirk completely. His hand reached out and grabbed my ankle, lifted it from the side of his body and pressed it against my other leg then, using both hands, cocked both legs up and placed them on the mattress to my side, locked together tight. His hips shifted, his wild eyes were on mine.