Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82163 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82163 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Our heads move from right to left, following his lead. I don’t know how long we spend outside kissing, but I feel his hands let go of my hair and then move down my back. I feel like I’m on fire when his fingertips touch the skin on my back. My stomach sinks in when he moves even lower to the base of my spine. My nipples feel like they are going to cut through my linen top. My body feels like it’s on fire. I feel like every single time his fingertips touch my skin, I’m going to explode. I try to pull him closer to me by wrapping my arms around his neck. He lets go of my lips for a second so he can call out my name. It’s almost as if he’s pleading with me. “Abigail.” Again, he doesn’t give me a chance to answer him. Instead, he picks me up around my waist as he turns to walk inside his villa. I wish I could wrap my legs around his waist, but this linen skirt is giving nothing away. He stops walking, and I almost groan in disappointment. This is it, I think to myself. This is when he’ll tell me it’s all a mistake and we shouldn’t be doing this. I look into his eyes, and I wish there were lights on so I could see what he’s feeling. I wish there were lights on so he could see what I’m feeling. So I can tell him with my eyes that I’m his. His mouth comes to mine again as he walks through the living room and straight to his room.
The curtains are open, and the only light coming into the room is that of the moon. He finally puts me down in front of his bed. His mouth lets go of mine; his hands go to my hips. I can feel the heat from his hand through my pants. “Are you sure?”
I smile when it finally sinks in that he’s not going to tell me it’s a mistake. “Tristan,” I say his name and I can’t help the way my whole face lights up, “I’m more than sure.” I lean in and take another kiss from him before letting his lips go. I cross my hands in front of me, grabbing my crop top, and in one full movement I pull it over my head. I toss the small top to the side as I stand there in front of him topless. My nipples pebbled and itching to be touched.
“Oh my God.” His hands come up to cup my tits. “Fucking perfect,” he utters right before his head leans down, and he sucks one into his mouth. My hand comes up to cup the back of his head as I watch him work from one nipple to the next. My head falls back as he bites down on one of my nipples while he rolls the other one with his fingers. My full C cup tits feel so full while he plays with them.
“Tristan,” I moan his name, and he kisses his way down my stomach. My eyes flicker open as I watch him trail butterfly kisses all the way down as he lowers to his knees. He rubs his nose across my stomach, trailing even lower.
His hands grip my hips. “Is there a zipper on this?” He looks up at me, and I nod my head. My hands go to the base of my back to show him, but his hands are already there. The sound of us breathing heavily fills the room, but then it’s as if we both stop breathing when he pulls the zipper down. I don’t think I actually breathe as the dress falls from my hips, pooling around my feet, leaving me standing there in front of him with just my ivory-colored lace thong. There is nothing left to the imagination. His eyes never move from my pussy as he puts his hands on my hips and pulls. The lace panties never stood a chance against him.
“I need to taste you,” he says, and my head is dizzy with need and desire. I don’t even know if I understand what he’s saying until he pushes me to sit down on the bed. “Open your legs for me, Abigail.” I’m mesmerized by his words, my legs opening for his. “Intoxicating,” he murmurs, right before he leans in, and I see his tongue come out as he licks up my slit. There has never been a more erotic moment in my life.
“Fuck,” he hisses before he buries his face into me. His tongue licks me up to my clit as he flicks it with his tongue. My eyes are transfixed on him as he takes his two thumbs and opens me up. “Perfect.” He leans in, sucking my clit. “Fucking perfect,” he says again, and my hands go back as my nipples itch. I move my hands up to roll them between my fingers as his tongue slides inside me.