Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 111400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Her hands moved to my tie, loosened the knot, and pulled it free of my collar. I took my hands off her just long enough to shrug out of my suit jacket and toss it aside, then ran my palms down her velvet-covered rib cage and hips while she unbuckled my belt and yanked my shirt free of my pants.
Impatient to feel her skin against mine, I unbuttoned my shirt and threw it aside as she undid my pants. I groaned when she slipped her hand inside them, wrapping her fingers around my cock. For a moment, all I could do was stand there, reveling in the sensation of her touch. I’d been so hard for her so many times but had never felt her hand closing around me, or heard the sigh of desire on her lips, or the eager moan of anticipation as I thickened in her fist.
Recovering my senses, I whipped my T-shirt over my head and kicked off my shoes. Then I turned her to face the bed and slipped the off-the-shoulder sleeves of her dress down her arms. It fell to the floor, revealing a pair of lace underwear in a color that matched her skin tone. I gathered her hair in my hands and buried my face in it, inhaling deeply before sweeping it aside and putting my lips on her throat. She tilted her head and reached up with one arm, threading her fingers into my hair as I kissed my way down her neck, my cock pushing against her ass.
My mouth traveled down her shoulder blade, and I dropped to my knees behind her, pulling her underwear down her legs. She stepped out of them and the dress at the same time, and I turned her to face me. Looking up the length of her body, I felt a surge of arousal so powerful I nearly growled like an animal.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I managed to say instead, running my hands up the sides of her thighs, pausing to grip her hips.
Her lips curved into the kind of smile I hoped she’d never given to any other man. “Thank you.”
Flattening my hands on her belly, I slid them up over her full, round breasts, her nipples tight and hard against the center of my palms. She moaned as I teased the stiff peaks with my fingers and traced a circle around her belly button with my tongue.
“Cole,” she panted, reaching down as if to pull me to my feet. “I want you.”
“You’ve got me.” I stood up just long enough to tip her backward onto the bed, then I knelt at her feet again and pushed her knees apart. “So be patient. I’ve waited for this a long time.”
“You have!” She sounded shocked as she propped herself up on her elbows.
But I wasn’t interested in arguing who’d wanted each other first or more—all I cared about was now, and now was pretty fucking good because I was licking my way up one inner thigh and then the other, stopping just short of putting my mouth where I wanted it.
Above me, I heard her whimper and try to protest, but her frustrated sounds gave way to sweet little sighs of rapture when I finally stroked up her warm, wet center with my tongue, lingering at the top, teasing her clit with slow, sensual circles. Ravenous for her, I licked and sucked and buried my tongue inside her, my hands hooked beneath her legs, holding her to me as if she might try to escape.
She tasted as sweet as she looked—champagne and honey—and I groaned in agonized delight as I devoured her. When her sounds grew more frantic and her body writhed and bucked beneath my mouth, I slipped my fingers inside her, my jealous cock aching to ease into that soft, slick heat.
Beside her legs, her hands clawed at the sheets, and I could feel the muscles in her body go tense as she contracted around my fingers. I moved my tongue a little faster and harder, pushed my fingers a little deeper, and suddenly she was crying out in relief, her orgasm pulsing from her body into mine, like ripples on the water.
As soon as I felt her body relax slightly, I jumped to my feet, and ditched the rest of my clothes, pausing only to pull my wallet from my pants pocket. She lifted herself up onto her elbows and watched as I took out the condom and tore the wrapper open.
“Am I dreaming?” she asked breathlessly, scooting up toward the headboard.
“Want me to pinch you?” I rolled the condom on and stretched out above her.
“Yes, please.” She opened her legs for me and put her hands on my chest. “I want you to do everything to me.”
I braced myself over her and eased into her body slowly, even though my heart raced ahead and my instinct was to chase it. Below me, I watched Cheyenne’s face change, her eyes closing as she took me in, heard her breathing become more labored as she struggled to relax and get used to my size.