Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“Me… too,” I barely managed to get out, and that was enough for him to start moving his hands down my front again. But this time, rather than gently exploring, they made a targeted approach toward what they were looking for.
Within seconds, my jacket, plaid, and tank top were off, having been thrown to the side and abandoned as he ran his hand down my front, following the path made by his fingers with his lips as he dropped kisses between my breasts. He lingered over my nipple, pulling it into his mouth through my plain black bra, using his teeth to make the flesh stand out and harden. All the while, his hand had been continuing on its way down to the button that held my jeans closed.
“Aaaaah,” I groaned as my back arched, and I practically felt him smile against me as his fingers deftly undid the closure on my pants before sliding underneath the waistband.
He was everywhere. He was over me; he was on me. The scruff that grew along his face tickled my skin as his big, soothing fingers found their way through jeans and panties to my most soft, delicate folds and settled on my clit, sending waves of energy through me.
His fingers began to move into a circle as he moved his face down further, bringing his other hand to my pants with an incredible amount of dexterity, pulling my jeans and panties off in one fluid motion, which left me entirely naked in front of him, except for that bra he had almost bitten through.
His kisses were landing on my lower belly now, settling right over where my muscles were, as I curled in anticipation at the thought of what he was about to do.
He looked up at me from between my legs, his eyes flicking from my face to my pussy, and I felt my breath coming thinner and thinner in the tension of his pause.
“I really need to see if you taste as good as I think you do,” he said, his voice lowering to a growl.
The sound that emerged from me might’ve been pathetic if I’d had it in me to care, but at that second, I thought I might explode if he didn’t touch me.
Aaron smiled and ducked down, parting me with a careful precision that equal parts infuriated me and aroused me before pressing his tongue against the sensitive bud.
“Oh!” I cried before bringing my hand up to my mouth and biting into it. Horses hated loud, high noises, and I didn’t want to spook them. I was determined not to spook them and potentially derail Briar’s recovery.
But Aaron seemed determined to make me crumble… explode… implode… transmogrify… and any other synonym for the tendrils of electricity that were rippling up my spine and muscles from his tongue.
He brought his hands under my thighs and hooked them over his shoulders so that he could get a better angle and delved even deeper as he brought his hand up and slipped one of his fingers into me… and then another.
I felt so full that it was overwhelming, and all the while his tongue was working over my clit. He feasted on me like he was ravenous, and my hips kept bucking up to meet him as the sensation built under his hands.
“Aaron—” I said, my voice high and unrecognizable to me. “Aaron, I can’t stop—”
“Then don’t,” he said, his words vibrating against flesh so sensitive it was almost painful. “Come for me, Lucy. I want to feel it.”
I don’t know whether it was his commanding tone, or the purposeful movements of his tongue and fingers, but there was no way I could’ve held back for a second longer. I dissolved into a puddle of pure sensation, my eyes fluttering closed as bright light seemed to shatter behind my eyelids and my muscles clenched around his fingers.
“That’s it,” he said, and I could feel his smile against me.
My eyes opened, and through the gentle aftershocks that rippled through me, I looked down at where he gazed at my face, his mouth shining with my juices. As I watched, he lifted his fingers to his lips and licked them clean. “Even better,” he said. “A thousand times better.”
Just as quickly as I’d fragmented, I felt like I needed him to touch me again. I sat up, reaching for his face, kissing him hard and tasting myself on his lips. His mouth opened under mine, and he reached around my waist, cradling me gently as I reached down to place my hand on the bulge I’d seen in his jeans.
He groaned at my touch, and I grinned into his mouth as I moved my hand over the impressive length.
Damn.
“We don’t… I don’t need—”
“Well, I need,” I said, fairly snarling into his mouth as I took my turn unbuttoning his pants. “You said you needed more? I need all. Don’t leave me hanging.”