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)
And that’s what ultimately got me off. I recognized her response, her desire to give me pleasure. I knew how that felt, because I felt the same way toward pleasing her. It was a mind-blowing feedback loop that overwhelmed me, and before I knew it, my fingers dug into the arm of the couch and my hips lifted up, drawn by an explosion of sensation that roared through me and burned down every one of my senses. I shuddered into her, and she swallowed every drop.
My orgasm had been so intense, I thought I lost my eyesight. But my eyes were just closed. Breathing hard, I opened them and forced my vision to focus on her upturned face. “Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome,” she said with a little smirk. Of course, it satisfied her to have satisfied me. We were so alike in that regard.
“I bet your bikini bottoms are soaked,” I teased her. “I know what to do about that, if you’ll let me.”
“I’m on broken pussy rest,” she reminded me.
“Too broken to get it licked?” I raised an eyebrow and waited for her response.
She chewed her bottom lip, but it didn’t take her long to decide. “Okay. Where do you want me?”
I sank down, not bothering to do up my fly, and swung my legs up to lay full out on the sofa.
“Come on up.” I patted the cushion on either side of my head.
She hesitated.
I pushed myself up on my elbows. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid you’re going to smother me.”
“Every woman who has ever sat on a dude’s face has been afraid of that, every single time,” she grumbled, but placed one knee on the cushion, anyway. “If you die, it’s not my fault.”
“I will have died doing what I love,” I promised, and put my hands on her waist to lift her into position. She sat up straight, her labia tantalizingly close to my mouth, but I still had to coax her down. She was dripping wet and the glistening smears on her thighs stuck to my cheeks.
I opened my mouth wide to cover as much of her as I could, sucking that precious nectar from every last centimeter I could reach, until she squirmed and squealed and didn’t seem to care so much about whether or not she was suffocating me, after all.
“Fuck,” she moaned, drawing the word out until it was nothing but a puff of air. She’d supported herself with a hand on the arm of the sofa; now, she sat up and palmed her breast with one hand, sinking the fingers of the other into my hair.
I broke my mouth from her flesh, gasping for air, and rasped, “That’s it, princess. Ride my face.”
A high, shuddering noise came from her, and she moved to obey me, rocking and moaning as I captured her clit with my lips and swirled my tongue around it. I gripped her ass and held her tight while she took what she wanted, slicking her cunt back and forth over my chin, nudging her clit against my nose. I plunged my tongue inside her, and she squeezed on me, at least, as much of me as I could penetrate her with.
“Yes,” she whispered, more to herself than to me. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Come for me, I willed her silently. Let me fuck you with my mouth until you come. Gush all over my face. I want to drown in you.
“I’m…I’m…” Her breaths came fast. The hand at her breast tightened, the soft flesh bulging between her fingers as they crushed into her skin. Her back arched, her hips churned in a flurry of movement that quickened then ceased, a long wail tearing from her as she shuddered and nearly fell over.
I supported her, kept going until she slapped comically at my forehead. I lifted her off me, to sit on my chest for a moment to get her bearings. My face was wet from her, and her smell was in my nostrils and probably would be all day.
She climbed to her feet with a cute little, “Whoo,” and a shake of her head. “Thanks for the ride.”
I chuckled and threw one arm over my head, more relaxed than I’d been in weeks. “No problem. Did you get enough alone time this morning?”
Everything about her went still, like a deer who’d heard a twig snap deep in the forest. It was an odd reaction. Like she’d been caught. “I didn’t need—”
I waved my hand. “It’s okay to have boundaries and need space. I’m not going to hold it against you.”
Her posture sagged with relief. “It’s not you.”
“You don’t have to make excuses.” I wondered if this was part of Scott’s warning. That she did things because she thought she should do them, because people expected them. “I’m happy you’re here, but I don’t expect you to spend every waking minute with me.”