Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“Bed or couch?” I ask, taking my lips away from hers as she slides off me and stands in front of me.
“I don’t care,” she says, putting her hands on her hips and getting up on her tippy-toes to kiss under my chin before she slides her hands under my shirt. My body shivers under her touch at the same time my body becomes more alive than it has in years. It’s as if my body was asleep and one touch from her and it was on again.
“Kiss me,” she whispers, and I do exactly that. My lips meet hers, my tongue slides with hers at the same time she is fisting my shirt, moving the material up my chest. The kiss starts off slow, but it ends with us fighting each other to get the kiss deeper. She lets go of my lips to pull the shirt over my head. “One for one,” she hisses as my hand flies to the hem of her shirt, ripping it over her head and seeing her standing there with nothing fucking on. Her perfect tits just open to me, her nipples perky and begging to be sucked, bitten, and pulled.
“Fuck,” is the only thing I can say as my hands come up on their own and palm one in each hand. My head goes down as I take one in my mouth, biting down right before I suck it between my lips. Sofia hisses, and when I look up, her eyes are closed. I move from one nipple to the next doing the same thing.
Her hand comes up to my head, her finger pushing the cap to the floor where my shirt is and so is hers. I trail my tongue from her nipple to the middle of her chest and down her stomach, bending onto my knees in front of her. Kissing her stomach, my hands are on her hips, and in one fluid motion, her pants are around her ankles.
She stands there in the tiniest pair of panties I’ve ever seen in my life. The white lace shows everything to me, including the little landing strip she always has. My hands squeeze her hips tight, making sure she doesn’t go anywhere. “Are you wet for me?” I ask, my eyes on her landing strip. My hands pull her to me as my nose rubs against her clit. “I want to savor this.” My voice is clear and tight, my cock straining to get out and in her. “But, fuck.” My tongue comes out to lick her through her panties, the sound of us both moaning fills the room.
“More,” she pleads, her head falling down as she watches me move my hand from her hip to the side of her panties, pushing them aside. Her breath hitches right before my tongue licks between her folds. “Yes,” she hisses, right after my tongue turns around her clit in circles, round and round, right before sucking it in. Her legs open just a touch more, giving me more access. “More,” she begs and the hand holding her panty to the side is now opening her folds up so I can slide two fingers into her.
“Yes,” she hisses again as my fingers move in and out of her, her hips meeting me halfway. Her pussy squeezes my fingers, and fuck if it isn’t heaven. “I need more,” she says and I know what she needs. Sofia and I did a lot of things really, really well, but what we did exceptionally well was not be shy when it came to the bedroom.
If I wanted her to suck my cock, all I had to do was ask. If she wanted it hard and fast, all she had to do was ask. We dated for two years, and after one week, I slid into her; from that day we used to have sex twice a day, sometimes more. I knew every single inch of her body. I knew every single freckle she had. I knew what every single touch meant and now was no different. She wanted it hard and she wanted it fast, and I was going to give her what she wanted.
I get up off my knees and wrap my arm around her waist, picking her up.
“How do you want it?” I ask, looking down at her as she smiles at me.
“Hard and fast,” she says, and I laugh.
“You were getting it hard and fast to begin with,” I tell her, my mouth devouring hers as she wraps her legs around me, trying to get even closer to me. Our mouths are in a frenzy to get deeper into the kiss. I put my knee on the bed and set her down, falling on top of her, my hands by her head holding me up by my elbows. Her legs are still wrapped around my hips, but her hands are now going to my pants. She pushes them over my hips, my cock springing free. Her hands grip the base of my cock and I moan but her mouth swallows the sound. She moves her hand up and down my shaft before I break the kiss. “At this point, it’s going to be really fast,” I warn her, but instead of listening to me, she just attacks my mouth.