Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Of course, Cass had snuck over when the other girls were at the salon to help me with arranging the rose petals so it looked okay. I might be good at woodworking and have an eye for beauty when it came to my woman, but I had zero artistic talent other than that.
“Can you wait for dinner?” I asked as I started touching her, taking my time, caressing each part of her lightly until she was wiggling in anticipation.
“What? No,” she breathed. “Not . . . hungry.”
“Good,” I said with a sly smile, running my fingertips up her thighs. I almost came in my goddamn pants when I felt the garters under her pretty floral dress. What the hell had those women gotten up to? I wasn’t mad, though. If the girls had bought my lady some sexy underthings, I would throw them a goddamn party.
I finally pulled the slinky dress she was wearing over her head, trying my damnedest not to tear it. She looked so beautiful it was impossible for my mind to process it. Claire wore a matching white lace bra and panties with pale, thigh-high stockings attached to a garter belt. My mouth went absolutely fucking dry as a bone.
When I could think again, I lifted her and laid her gently in the center of the rose petal heart.
Dear. Fucking. Jesus.
I wished I had a camera. Not a stupid phone camera. A real camera that took film so I could memorialize this moment forever. I wished I had the talent to capture the pure perfection of what I was seeing.
Because Claire looked so beautiful lying there that she literally took my breath away.
Of course, I didn’t have the fucking patience to wait and take a photo. I was flesh and bone, not gears and metal. I committed the snapshot to memory and reached for her, too eager to touch and taste her to take an actual picture. Her long legs gleamed in the candlelight. I licked my lips hungrily as I lifted her ankles and spread them wide.
I crawled up her body, kissing every inch of her as I went. Tiny, teasing nibbles up and down her incredible body until I reached her gorgeous lips. I couldn’t stop myself from teasing her a little bit more, biting her lower lip and pulling it into my mouth.
My clothes came off next, but I couldn’t stop kissing and touching her. It took a little longer than usual to strip myself down, but I was determined. At last, we were skin to skin other than her fantastic lingerie, which I had deliberately saved for last.
I wanted to unwrap her like a Christmas present. I reached for the panties first. It was hard not to. Some brilliant designer had put little bows on each side. I untied them and tugged the lace down, leaving the garters intact.
Good fucking Jesus.
Her pussy was framed perfectly by the garters and stockings. I moaned incoherently, staring at her with hungry eyes. I let my fingertips drag over the silky skin of her belly and down to the narrow patch of skin exposed on her upper thighs. She shivered as I traced the edge of the stockings then slid my hands over the silk. The sheer fabric had nothing on the silkiness of her skin, but I could tell the ticklish sensation was arousing her so I went to town.
My hands moved ceaselessly over the pale silk of her thigh-high stockings, staring at her pussy but not touching her. Not yet. I wanted her as out of her mind with lust as I was.
But I had more immediate needs. I wanted the full picture. I wanted to see her gorgeous tits and pussy, totally bare to my eyes, but with those naughty thigh-high stockings still on.
“Bra off. Now,” I rasped out, my voice barely recognizable.
Her hands reached up and touched her shoulders, sliding the straps down slowly. She arched her back to unclasp her bra. I licked my lips as she pulled the lacy cups away from her luscious mounds. And then she was undressed, almost completely naked to my ravenous gaze. Other than the thin bit of lace holding her stockings up on her long legs.
“Dear Jesus, woman, are you trying to kill me?”
She giggled breathlessly and shook her head.
“No,” came the soft reply.
“That was a rhetorical question, sweetheart,” I said with a hint of a smile as I leaned forward, dipping my tongue into her cute little belly button. I let my hands wander, touching and teasing her silky skin, tweaking a nipple until it was hard and then lifting myself up to pull it into my mouth.
Her hands ruffled my long hair as I suckled her, moving from one luscious breast to the other. Then I worked my way back down her body to settle between her thighs to feast on her sexy little pussy.