Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
I stand and cross the distance between us, not caring if she sees what she does to me. I need to put her mind at ease, to assure her that she never has to be afraid when we’re together. “I told you, Sully, I’ve done all the anger management. All of it. You don’t have to worry about that.”
She smiles, a fond smile I’m sure I don’t deserve, but relish all the same. “I didn’t mean scared in that way. I mean…” She chews on her berry-stained lip for a beat. “I’ve been thinking about you. A lot. Probably more than I should.”
“I’ve been thinking about you, too.” I lift a hand to cup her face. Fuck, she’s beautiful, mesmerizing, better than any painting in any museum.
She tips her cheek closer to my hand, the trust in the gesture making me even more determined never to hurt her. At least, not any more than I have already.
“But that’s normal,” I add, sliding my fingers into her hair. “That happens when the sex is really good.”
Her mouth hooks up on one side. “So, the sex was really good for you, too? Even though it wasn’t your first time?”
“It was fucking incredible.” I wrap my free arm around her waist, drawing her closer. “I’ve been dreaming about you ever since.”
“Me, too,” she says, her eyes widening as her hips brush against my borderline obscene erection. She grins, looking pleased with herself. “Last night, I dreamt you were fingering me under a table while you fed me exotic things.”
“What kind of exotic things?” I ask, fighting a groan as she twines her arms around my neck and wiggles closer to where I ache for her.
“There was a fruit that looked like a star and caviar,” she says, her eyes dancing as she adds. “And eggplant. Lots and lots of eggplant.”
I arch a brow. “Eggplant. Seriously?”
She shakes her head, her laughter the sweetest sound I’ve heard all day. “No, but for some reason I’m having a hard time thinking about anything except eggplant right now. Go figure…” She pushes up on tiptoe, pressing a soft kiss to my lips before she whispers against my mouth, “I would like to suck your cock, Mr. Fancy. Would that be okay with you?”
My erection jerks in response, but when she starts to bend her knees, I capture her upper arms, holding her in place. “Only if you call me Weaver.”
“Okay, Weaver,” she says, my name intimate on her lips, just the way I hoped it would be. “And you can call me Goddess of your Loins, once I show you how good I am with my mouth.”
For the first time in my life, I find myself smiling as a woman drops to her knees in front of me. I haven’t had a lot of “playful” sex in my life, and things quickly lose their playful edge now as Sully curls her fingers around the top of my pants, guiding them down just far enough to sweep her tongue over the head of my cock.
But still…there’s an ease with her. A familiarity.
It feels like I’ve known her so much longer than a few days, and like I’m far more familiar with her hot little mouth than I actually am. But that doesn’t dull the thrill of watching her suck me between her lips. If anything, it makes it that much more intense.
I thread my fingers into her hair, making a light fist as she works me harder, taking me even deeper. “Relax your throat, beautiful. Yes, just like that.” I tighten my grip at the back of her neck. “Can I fuck your pretty mouth?”
She moans low in her throat and gives a little nod, sending a fresh wave of arousal surging straight to my balls. I’m going to come faster than I usually would from something like this, but that’s all right.
The faster I come, the sooner I can recover and be inside her again.
Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside her. It’s all I could think about last night, as I lay in bed, trying and failing to get to sleep, then jerking off to memories of her body writhing beneath mine.
The memory is almost enough to make me pull her to her feet, bend her over the couch, and jerk her pants down to her knees. But she’s opened her throat so perfectly for me and she’s so sexy like this, with her hands braced on my thighs and her lips wrapped around my cock.
“Touch my arm if you want me to stop,” I murmur as I draw back and slowly glide into her mouth, holding her in place with a firm grip in her silky hair. I encounter the hint of resistance at the back of her throat, but then, she relaxes even more, giving me space to bury myself to the hilt. “Fuck, woman,” I say, my voice shaking a little. “You’re going to ruin me.”