Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Levee’s head ducked, teasing his lips and tongue up my neck as his fingers started to rock inside of me, gently at first, then a little more quickly, roughly, as my mewling sounds became desperate moans.
His head shifted up, teeth nipping the lobe of my ear as his palm flattened against my cleft, engaging my clit.
“Hardly been able to think of anything but this since the laundry room,” he murmured against the shell of my ear as his fingers got more insistent. “But this time, I think I need more than just a taste,” he said as his fingers slid out of me.
There was a moment of a sort of all-consuming disappointment as his hand left my panties, as he pulled away from me and forced me to stand on my own two feet.
But then he was on his knees in front of me, his head tipped back, hungry gaze on me as he reached up under my skirt to slowly draw down my panties.
My stomach felt coiled, my muscles weak and shaky in anticipation as I looked down at his gorgeous face.
He lifted each of my feet, getting my legs free, then leaned down to slip under my skirt.
It fell over him, blocking him from view as his lips met the inside of my knee then blazed a delicious trail up my thigh.
His tongue discovered the crease where my hip met my thigh, dragging a little whimper out of me as my legs trembled in anticipation.
Suddenly desperate to watch, I ruched up my skirt just as his head shifted, his hair tickling my thigh for a second before his tongue was on me.
My breath felt constricted in my chest as I watched, as I felt, his tongue slowly slide upward.
Every inch of me felt poised for the moment his tongue flattened against my throbbing clit.
But I swear I nearly came right then and there, I was so far gone, I was so needy for him.
He made a sexy little rumbling sound against me just before his tongue started to work me.
Slowly, like he had all day, like he wasn’t killing me little by little with each passing second.
His hand reached for my leg, cradling it over his shoulder. He slid up my thigh to grab and hold onto my ass as his other hand moved between us again, his fingers surging into me.
My chest felt tighter and tighter as my breathing went faster and more shallow while he worked me with his tongue and fingers.
My moans were starting to sound like cries just as his fingers turned inside of me, stroking slowly across my top wall.
The orgasm shot through my system too quickly to prepare for it, making my whole body shudder hard as a strangled cry escaped me.
My hands grabbed at him, one going to the back of his neck, the other grabbing his shoulder to keep myself upright as the waves crashed through me over and over.
Levee kept working me through it, dragging it out until I felt wrung out.
Only then did his head turn, pressing a sweet kiss to my inner thigh before moving to stand.
He reached for me again, hoisting me up around his waist, his hands sinking into my ass as he turned and walked toward the living room. Turning, he dropped down, taking me down, straddling him.
I wanted to just nuzzle into his neck, to cling to him with as much neediness and desperation as I was feeling right then.
I let myself have a moment, my lips pressing into his neck, breathing in his crisp scent. Something citrusy and clean that I couldn’t get enough of.
A little rumble moved through him, vibrated into me, sparking the flame of desire through me again as he swallowed hard.
I kissed my way up to his ear, then down his jaw until my lips claimed his.
With one orgasm to take the edge off of my own need, my lips were soft and lazy for a long time, just soaking up the feel of him, the comfort of his closeness.
It wasn’t long, though, before my own desire was rising to meet his.
When his hands grabbed my hips and dragged me downward until there wasn’t a whisper of air between us, making his cock press against my cleft, the little spark became a fire once again.
I pulled back, loving the raw hunger in his dark eyes.
His hands slid up from my hips, grabbing the hem of my tee and slowly lifting it, exposing me inch by inch.
I lifted my arms up over my head, and he leaned forward to free me of the shirt before sitting back and soaking in the view.
His hands rested lazily at my waist for a long moment. It wasn’t until a little whimper of need moved through me that his gaze cut to mine, his hunger undercut with a spark of amusement.