Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
I gathered her hair to one side, exposing her neck and shoulder, and pressed my lips to hot, smooth skin. She smelled so good—jasmine and musk and magnolia mixed with something completely unique. I brought my arms underneath hers and swept my hands over her taut stomach, cupping her mound over her underwear while pressing kisses to her neck. A woman this sexy needed to be explored. A body like hers demanded it.
She twisted her hips slightly and I smiled into the skin of her neck. Her movement stroked my cock and pushed my hand over her clit.
This was going to be fun.
I stroked the fingers of one hand down the material of her underwear and she let out a breathy sigh. My free hand cupped her breast, my thumb finding her hardened nipple.
I started to push my fingers round in rhythmic circles, her hips mimicking the pattern in constrained, jerky movements. She was trying to steal more than I was offering.
To show her who was in charge, I moved both my hands to her chest, stroking and massaging her breasts. She let her head fall back onto my shoulder and relaxed into me. It wasn’t just Sofia who was impatient for more. I yanked down the lace cups of her bra and her breasts overflowed into my hands, heavy and smooth and ripe enough to eat.
She tried to turn, but facing away, I could keep her in place. By the time we were done, she’d be more than satisfied.
It was just going to take a while. In all things, I believed a job well done was never rushed.
She groaned. I rubbed her tight, hard nipples back and forward between my thumb and forefingers, the pressure increasing with every stroke until it was just this side of too much; abruptly, I released her and pressed her thighs wide.
I needed room to explore.
I dragged my fingers around the juncture of her thighs, just outside the elastic of her underwear, then dipped one finger inside.
The rise and fall of her chest became more pronounced as I traced the curves and crevices of her folds, up and down, up and down, up and down. I pushed farther and her wetness coated my finger and I used it to oil my path. I avoided her clit, resisted plunging inside her, and instead stroked her up and down, up and down. She arched against me, then snaked her hand around her back, finding my cock, hard and throbbing and ready for her hands.
That wasn’t going to happen. I grabbed her hand and took it from my cock. “If you don’t behave, this is going to be even more frustrating for you and even more enjoyable for me.”
“Why?” she pleaded.
“Because I said so,” I replied. “Take a breath and enjoy this. We’re not in a rush.”
She relented and her body sagged against me. I resumed my exploration of her. Her wetness had overflowed into her folds now, coating my fingers and inviting more. I grazed my thumb over her clit, in a fast, light movement. She groaned like I’d plunged into her mercilessly.
“You see that?” I whispered. “You’re making your underwear all wet. Now that won’t do.” I hooked my thumbs into her knickers and slid them off her so she was completely bare. “You’re so fucking wet for me,” I said, sliding my hand over her mound. “I bet I could make you come tonight without even touching you.” I started to withdraw my hands.
“No,” she whimpered. Her timbre reverberated across my straining cock.
I slid my fingers down and into her, grinding my palm against her clit, holding her in place with my arm around her waist. It would last longer like this—less intense, but more frustrating for her.
“Oh God,” she cried out, her hips lifting. “I think I’m going to—”
I removed my hands from her. “Do. Not. Come.”
She slumped against me. “Isn’t that the point? That’s what you told me you wanted to do to me.” She tried to turn to face me and I maneuvered her back into position, gaze pointed forward.
“You’ll get your orgasm. Just not yet,” I replied. She continued to squirm and writhe against me, the friction against my cock starting to trip my concentration and blur my vision. Shit. I needed to move or I was going to be coming on her back like a fucking thirteen-year-old boy.
I hooked under her arms and slid her sideways onto the bed before standing and stripping off my clothes. She propped herself up on her forearms like she was watching a show.
“Nice body,” she said, looking me up and down.
I chuckled. “Back at you.” I grabbed her ankle and pulled her pussy flush with the edge of the mattress. This way, I could enjoy her without my dick getting in on any of the action.