Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
His teeth pinched my earlobe and I moaned, “Please.”
I’d assumed I had the control between us. After all, I’d initiated everything. I’d been the one to boldly get naked and extend the invitation. But I suddenly had no power at all; there was no doubt in my mind that everything he’d said was true, and I wanted that pleasure he promised more than I wanted to win some kind of playful competition.
The stuff he described put my few threesomes to shame.
He lifted me out of the water entirely and sat me on the ledge. “Spread.”
That one word, that obscene command, gripped my brain and my body responded automatically. I scooted to the edge and watched in disbelief as he lowered his mouth to my vulva. I stifled a gasp, too aware of how sound carried on quiet night air.
“No,” he admonished me. “You’re not going to stay quiet. I don’t care who overhears you. I want people to overhear you. If it’s not the talk of tomorrow’s breakfast, I didn’t do it right.”
Was he some kind of sex psychic? The thought of being discovered, of people watching me or hearing me get off, fueled many of my fantasies. Though I knew no one could see, he was right, they could probably hear me, at least the upper-floor suites. Every now and then, a raucous laugh drifted up to us from the balconies below. People were still late-night partying. They would definitely hear me.
When Matthew’s tongue touched me again, I let go. “Oh fuck!”
I didn’t have to embellish a thing. He swiped his tongue around my already throbbing clit, licking up one side and down the other, never moving his focus to the tip while I gasped and moaned and squirmed. He pulled my legs over his shoulders, leaving me to lean back on my elbows and, when those could no longer hold me up, to lay flat on the cold, bumpy tile of the pool deck. His tongue never sped up or slowed down, letting me anticipate the spots I liked best. I tried to move my hips to urge him along, and he gripped them in his big hands to hold me still and tight against his mouth.
Then, as my muscles began to tighten in my thighs and stomach, as my toes curled, he sucked my clit into his mouth and tapped it relentlessly with his tongue.
“Oh god!” I shouted, my hips bucking against his face despite his best efforts to immobilize me. Every nerve drank in sensation, drowned in it. The humid air on my cool, wet skin became a caress, the void of black sky above us enveloped my vision and met with the starbursts of red at its edges. Every bit of information my brain took in dove straight to that tiny piece of flesh beneath his mouth, and it became the agonizing center of my world before I broke with a loud, guttural moan.
And he didn’t stop.
I could only lay there, helpless and pleading, as he drove his tongue into my pussy, fucked me with it while my body burned. He nudged my clit with his nose, and I thrashed at the overstimulation, which only seemed to encourage him. He released my hips and reached for my hands, gripping my wrists and further immobilizing me as he forced me into that breathless moment of suspension, the second before I would come again, so close—
He stopped and let me go.
Dizzy and confused, I pushed myself up. Did he think I’d finished, and he couldn’t tell?
“Go to the couch,” he said, moving toward the shallow end of the pool.
I rose on trembling legs that barely supported me as I made my way to the seating area. Every step threatened to make me come while I walked.
“We need condoms,” he explained. “Touch yourself. But don’t come until I get back. In fact, don’t come again until I give you permission.”
A stuttering laugh burst from me.
He strode up the steps from the pool and didn’t look at me as he headed toward the door. “I’m serious. Be a good girl.”
My jaw dropped. Had he guessed I was into being bossed around, or was he bossy? And why, despite several very fun encounters where I’d played a meek and submissive partner, did I want to be a very bad girl because he asked for the opposite?
I went to the couch and laid down as he’d instructed, spreading my legs to feel the aching, dripping flesh between them. I mimicked his earlier tongue trick with my finger, circling around my clit slowly rather than using the strong, fast touch I’d employ to get myself off. Still, lying fully naked outside, knowing the people on their balconies had definitely overheard me having possibly the best orgasm of my life, was enough to make every touch treacherous. He wanted me to wait? That was fine. I could wait.