Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
But we’re not doing that tonight. My dick needs to stay out of this. I’ll take care of it later.
I slide my hand down to her knee, and then back up toward her center, but not too close to the thin bit of fabric that is all that stands between me and heaven.
“Autumn,” Trevor says, after letting her nipple spring free of his lips, “would it be okay if Garrett took off your panties?”
With heavy lidded eyes, she looks at him, then at me, then back to him, before she nods. “Yeah.” Her voice is just a puff of air escaping her mouth. “Yeah, go ahead,” she says, fixing her gaze on me.
My longtime coworker, my lunch partner, my forbidden crush — here on the bed, ready to bare everything to me. I leave my body for a minute as I reach for the thin, lacy straps at her hips. Is this even real?
As I start to pull on the fabric, Autumn lifts her hips, making it easier for me to pull her panties over her backside. Just the sight of the V of her legs is like someone squeezing my cock. I’m afraid it’s going to burst out of my pants by the time I’m finished here.
I take my time, savoring this moment that I’ve fantasized about for so long. Fine, trim light brown hair comes into view as I slide her underwear lower and lower, and then I’m pulling them down her legs and off of her feet. When I’ve tossed them aside, I cuff my hands loosely around her ankles and slide my hands back up toward her center at a glacial pace.
What am I going to do when I reach that lovely V?
“Spread her legs more,” Trevor says, as if reading my mind. Along with Autumn, he’s watching my progress while he lazily thumbs across the nipple he’s claimed.
Keeping my gaze on Autumn’s face and seeing in her eyes that Trevor’s suggestion is okay with her, I again grab her ankles and pull them apart, first a couple of inches, then a couple more. A flash of glistening pink makes my mouth water. The petals of an exquisite flower hide beneath the curls at her center, and I’m a bee desperate for honey.
When I glance up to her face, her eyes are wide now, uncertain.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
She nods quickly and gives me a small smile. “Just nervous.”
“You are so beautiful,” I tell her, because it’s the overwhelming thought in my mind. There’s another big thought on my mind, too, but I’m keeping that one to myself. Part of me is an ardent admirer of her beauty; the other part of me wants to ravage her like an animal.
“Really?” she says, and the lack of confidence in her voice hurts me physically. But if she’s never shared this view with anyone, then she doesn’t know.
“You’re always beautiful,” I tell her, “and even more so right now.”
Her eyes smile back at me and a rush of warmth floods my chest.
“You are stunning,” Trevor tells her, and Adrian, finally pulling off of her breast, voices his agreement.
Trevor trails the tips of his fingers along her side, from just below her chest to her hip, and then across the valley beneath her navel. “Most women like a soft touch,” he says. “Men might like it rough, but you want fingers like feathers when you touch a woman in places like this.” He demonstrates with a light stroke that barely grazes the skin above her curls. He teases over her inner thighs the same way. He plays around in the area, never touching the enticing pink flower, but circling around it, getting closer, then moving farther away.
“I’ve heard women complain that some men just jam a finger or two inside them as soon as they get the opportunity, and maybe some women like that, but only after you’ve got them dripping for it,” Trevor says.
“I think I’m starting to drip,” Autumn says, biting her lower lip just afterward, like she can’t believe she said it aloud.
“Why don’t you taste her?” Trevor says to me. “And the same goes with your tongue. A light touch goes a long way.”
Interesting information, and counterintuitive, because when I’m getting myself off, I squeeze my shaft like I’m trying to choke it.
Again, I look to Autumn’s face, between her legs, and then back to her eyes.
Taste her. Taste her.
Fuck.
I have to remind myself to breathe as I bend down and bring my face between her legs. I inhale and find that the flower smells as pretty as it looks. With both thumbs, I stroke down past her curls and over her outer lips, remembering to keep my touch gentle. I want to bury my face in her pussy, but instead I use the tip of my tongue to gather a taste of her honey.