Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“More,” I said, my voice taking on a deeper, darker tone.
She paused then shifted, her hands skimming her stomach, and pulling her blue top up and over her head. Discarding her clothes, she ran her thumb under the strap of her nude lace bra as if she were trying to make sure it was positioned correctly.
It was—I knew like I could feel it, like my thumb was where hers was, like I was feeling the fabric and her flesh. I had to suppress a groan.
My attention was caught by the dusky pink of her taut nipples pressing through the lace of the bra.
“Take it off,” I said, running my hand over my growing erection. “I want to see all of you.”
She watched my hand and pressed her teeth into her bottom lip as she reached around her back. The snap of her bra clasp sent my impatient blood rushing to my cock, urging me to fast forward to what was next.
She closed her eyes. “I feel stupid.”
“Don’t,” I said, getting to my feet. “You’re fucking mesmerizing.”
She lowered the straps of her bra and let it fall to the ground.
“Beautiful.” I took a step toward her, cupped her face, and pressed my lips against hers. I exhaled in relief that I was finally kissing this woman. She tasted as sweet as she smelled. Ours wasn’t the kiss of two people who’d just met, fumbling and learning one another’s bodies. It was more like the kiss of two people who’d known each other their entire lives and fit together perfectly.
Her hands crept under my shirt and I broke our kiss. Her touch on my skin was all I wanted. I pulled my top off and bent to kiss her again, groaning at the sensation of her sharp nipples and hot skin against me.
This woman was beautiful.
After what felt like hours of kissing, I lifted her and she wrapped her legs around my waist. She pressed kisses onto my neck and jaw while I turned and lay her down on her bed. I was never nervous. Not at work, not with women, but right now? Right now, a fine tremor raced down my spine.
I stood, took off the rest of my clothes, and pulled out a condom from my wallet.
“It feels like this isn’t the first time we’ve done this,” she said, gazing up at me.
I nodded as I tossed the condom onto the bed. “I know.”
I crawled over her and dipped for a kiss, trying not to shudder as she skated her fingers up my arms.
I worked my way down her body, licking, sucking, pressing, enjoying her sharp breaths and the buzz under my skin that increased with every second. I paused my exploration at the edge of her underwear and licked a line above the seam from hip-bone to hip-bone. Sliding my fingers between her legs, I pushed underneath the fabric and couldn’t help but grin at the sodden material. I ran my knuckles up her folds and pulled off her knickers in one swift movement. Maybe it was the way she arched a little off the bed; maybe it was her groan, or the scent of her pussy, but my vision blurred and I knew my patience had worn thin.
I grabbed her hips, pulled her to the edge of the bed, kneeled and drove my tongue through her folds, greedy to devour her, just like I’d warned. She skimmed her hands over the top of her head as she shifted, her hips undulating, creating a rhythm with my tongue. Her breaths came out in a series of staccato bursts as if she was walking a tightrope and was desperately trying to stop herself falling.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she chanted, her words coiling around us, cocooning us in the moment.
She pulsed against my tongue and I pushed into her, groaning at the thought that it wouldn’t be long until I was driving into her, chasing my own orgasm. It wouldn’t take long. One sweep of her fingers against my cock at this moment would have me spilling into her hand. I was going to have to try to control myself.
I replaced my tongue with my thumb, traced up to her clit, and she broke apart underneath me.
I was so close to following her over the edge—just her sounds, the pitch of her breasts, her fingers pressing into my scalp—it was almost too much for me to bear.
I rocked back on my ankles, smoothing my hands down her thighs as she floated down to earth. She guided me back over her, sleepily taking my face in her hands and pulling me to face her. Instead of kissing me, she licked her wetness from my mouth. I had to hold my breath, as she diligently worked to clean me up, worried that I’d miss a nanosecond of what might have been the most erotic moment of my life.