Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
The bed dips again as he positions himself over me. I feel the heat of his body, so close but not quite touching. His breath fans across my face, mingling with mine. The scent of him fills my nostrils—a mixture of cologne and something uniquely male that makes my head spin.
His hand cups my cheek, thumb tracing my lower lip. Without thinking, I part my lips, my tongue darting out to taste his skin. He groans softly, the sound sending a pulse of pleasure straight to my exposed, and very wet, pussy.
His lips crash onto mine, hot and demanding. The kiss is intense, passionate, stealing my breath away. His tongue invades my mouth, exploring, tasting, claiming. I respond hungrily, my hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.
This kiss will be my undoing. His lips move against mine with a familiarity that catches me off guard. There’s a tenderness beneath the passion that I wasn’t expecting. My mind races, trying to make sense of the conflicting signals.
His hand slides down my body, fingers trailing fire across my skin. He positions himself between my thighs, the hard length of him pressing against my entrance. I arch up, silently begging him to take me.
“Not yet,” he whispers against my lips. I can barely hear him as he issues his command.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Jack
I want to speak freely so badly. I want to praise her every move. Compliment her perfect, naked body displayed for me like the best Christmas gift a man could ask for. But if I do, she’ll recognize my voice. She’ll know it’s me, and that red blindfold won’t be enough to keep me concealed.
My cock is so close to her pussy and as much as I want to thrust it inside of her, I hold back, savoring the wait. Her body quivers with each shallow breath, goosebumps rising on her flushed skin. I trace a finger lightly along her inner thigh, feeling her shudder at my touch. She moans softly, arching her back, silently begging for more.
I lean in close, breathing in her intoxicating scent. My lips brush against her neck and I plant feather-light kisses along her collarbone. She gasps and I have to bite my tongue to keep from whispering her name.
Every fiber of my being aches to fully possess her, to claim her as mine. But I force myself to go slowly, to draw out this exquisite torture for us both. My hands roam her body, caressing and teasing. I cup her breasts, feeling their perfect weight, circling her hardened nipples with my thumbs. She whimpers and arches into my touch.
I trail kisses down her stomach, reveling in the taste of her skin. Her hips buck as I near her center. I pause, my hot breath ghosting over her most sensitive areas. She’s trembling now, her chest heaving. I can see how wet she is, glistening and ready.
Unable to resist any longer, I run my tongue along her slit. She cries out, a sound of pure ecstasy. I lap at her greedily, savoring her sweetness. Her hands fist in the sheets as I focus my attention on her clit, circling it with my tongue before taking it between my lips.
Her thighs clamp around my head as I suck gently, feeling her body tense. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to stroke her most sensitive spot. She’s close now, her breathing ragged and interspersed with breathy moans. I increase the pressure and speed of my tongue, matching the rhythm of my pumping fingers.
Just as she’s about to tumble over the edge, I pull back. She whines in frustration, her hips lifting off the bed, seeking more friction. I kiss my way back up her body, kissing her lips so she has no choice but to smell and taste her own arousal.
She surprises me by deepening the kiss, her tongue seeking mine hungrily. Her hands find my shoulders, nails digging in as she pulls me closer. I groan into her mouth, my resolve crumbling.
Slowly, torturously, I position myself at her entrance. She’s so wet, so ready. I ease in just the tip, relishing her warmth. Her hips buck, trying to take me deeper, but I pull back teasingly. I want to draw this out, to make her squirm and beg. To drive her wild without saying a word. I also need to slide on a condom before I do anything stupid.
I reach for one of the foil packets I placed on the nightstand when I first entered, carefully tearing it open. The crinkle of the wrapper seems deafening in the silence of the room. Her head turns slightly at the sound, a small smile playing on her lips. She knows what’s coming.
In one swift motion, I thrust inside her. We both cry out at the sensation. She’s so tight, so wet, enveloping me in liquid heat. I have to pause, overwhelmed by the feeling of finally being joined with her.