Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 53671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
This is how it should be. Well, maybe it should have been a little more graceful, but still. Our bodies twisted up, skin to skin, and pressed up together. That’s the way it should be.
I break the kiss only to trail kisses down and nuzzle Rea’s breasts. Tugging the lace down with my teeth, I make her gasp loudly as I claim one of her pink nipples. The bud is straining so tightly that a single lick causes tremors to tear through Rea. She vibrates below me and arches up, thrusting her nipple into my mouth while my cock roars at me like a damn lion from inside my boxer briefs.
“Good lord, Kayden, it’s been a while,” Rea purrs by my ear. I gently run my teeth around her nipple, and she shudders.
“It has,” I agree in a hoarse voice.
“I mean, not for everything, but for some things.”
“Mhmm.”
I suckle her nipple into my mouth and roll my tongue over the bud, scraping my teeth gently while suckling her. Rea wriggles below me. When her hips arch up into my groin, I can feel how wet she is, and it makes my throbbing cock and balls throb that much harder. With all the throbbing going on, I feel like one of those vibrating back massager wands.
I make sure to prop myself up with a knee and an elbow before reaching between us to cup the wet fabric of her panty. She’s soaked there, and the heat of her body seeps through the fabric onto my fingers. As she writhes furiously beneath me, she lets out a few words that sound like ‘Kayyydeeeenn forthelobofgwerd.’
Her hands grab my shoulders, then one hand slips up to the back of my neck. She tugs at my hair viciously, as if it could make my hand obey her command.
I cup her mound, and she mewls into my ear.
“Get those off,” she hisses. “Now! Please!”
“These?” I reach down and slip my boxers down a few inches.
“Those too!”
I don’t go any further with uncaging my beast at the moment because if I do, it might be game over. At least the pressure of fabric is keeping my balls from exploding. But I do rip her panties off instead. That must have been what she had in mind because she spreads her legs in invitation. I have to glance down to look at her, and when I see her, glistening, smooth, and ready for me, perfect in every way, I can’t not taste her.
I know it might seem like overkill because I did this just the other night, but let me tell you, there is no amount of tasting Rea that could ever be enough. With a groan, I position myself between her legs. She’s utterly captivating. I press an open-mouthed kiss right over her clit, and she curls off the bed. Not wanting to rush it, I tone it down a little and swirl my tongue lower, swallowing the taste of her while I groan in ecstasy.
“Oh god, Kayden…” Rea moans as her hands grip my hair and guide me to where she wants me, which is pretty much everywhere.
“Tell me you’ve missed this.”
“I have.”
“Tell me you thought about this.”
“I couldn’t,” she whimpers. “I would have gone insane.”
“I did go insane.” I taste her entrance before thrusting my tongue inside. She goes wild, and when she starts gasping and vibrating, it takes me one full, entire hot second to realize she’s coming. She purposely doesn’t make any sound, and I deliberately pull back because I’m kind of shocked, but she drags me back to her.
“Don’t freaking stop,” she pants. “S-sorry.”
“No, it’s no problem at all,” I mutter as I use my mouth like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do. I lick every inch of her gorgeous pussy from top to bottom, and she rides my tongue, moans, pants, whimpers, and also makes other general sounds of pleasure.
Everything feels brand new. Everything. I remember how nervous and excited I was the first time we ever did this. I think I might actually be more of both of those right now.
“G-oooooddddd, Kaaaayyyyyddddeeeennn,” Rea moans as she tumbles into another climax. I love how she says my name as she comes. I continue to worship her until she wriggles up on the bed and plants her palm in the middle of my forehead. When I glance up, it’s a thrill to see her breasts heaving, twin mountains of pink lace, a flush spread over them, up her neck, and staining her face. Her legs are still shaking, and the effects of those shivers echo visibly in her stomach and chest.
“Get those off and lie down,” she commands, pointing at my underwear.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Dear lord, don’t call me that.”
“Okay, Rea. I won’t,” I tease. I’m mock-serious, but when I hit the bed, and Rea grabs my boxers and nearly tears them clean in half, my ability to make any sort of joke quickly dies right along with the rest of my brain function.