Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 164705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
“Hmm?” In one swift movement, I shifted into a side plank, gliding my right foot over the inside of my left leg until it reached my upper thigh. “Did you say something?”
Oliver didn’t answer as I stretched my free arm straight up. In fact, he hadn’t even moved since I’d stripped. Without warning, I pointed my right leg high into the sky, offering him a front row view to my bare pussy.
My nipples pebbled, strained with lust. The wetness between my thighs probably glistened, an open invite.
Oliver just stood there, miserably shifting from side to side, trying not to touch himself.
“Sweetie, can you start the shower?” I slid down into a full split. “That steam isn’t going to create itself.”
“Hard disagree.” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “There’s so much steam in here my balls are about to ignite.”
Somehow, he managed to rip his eyes from me and tore his clothes off, scattering them on the tiles. His body made me want to weep. My core pulsed, desperate to be filled. To be stroked. To be devoured by this man.
He was perfect. Every inch of him. All broad shoulders, muscular arms, and immaculate six pack.
He stumbled toward the glass enclosure and kept the door ajar as he fumbled with the knobs. The spray hissed to life, filling the room with foggy mist. Condensation gathered on the mirrors and walls as the air grew hotter.
Oliver rested his forearm over the quartz, desperate not to reach for his cock. It had become impossibly engorged, the crown almost purple. A perfect pearl of precum already graced the tip.
I knew my plan would be easy, but I hadn’t expected it to be this easy.
“You can tug one out, baby. I won’t be mad.” I winked, rising to my feet and grabbing my heel in a half-moon pose. “I low key want to touch myself, too.”
Oliver grunted in pain, fisting his cock and squeezing it hard without stroking. He tipped his chin down. Water cascaded along his imperial figure, past those blond curls I used to love thrusting my fingers into because they smelled like summer, and coconuts, and the boy I loved.
He swiped away the precum. “This is really hard for me.”
“I can tell.” My gaze slid to his cock, which latched onto his abs like a leech after he freed it from his grip. “Do you mind if I pet the kitty?”
“Ah … what?” He seemed dazed. Distracted.
“You know … polish the pearl. Play the clitar.”
He blinked at me a few times, looking ready to combust. “You have a sense of humor.”
He seemed surprised.
Ah, yes. Because I’m a frigid, sullen environmentalist.
“A sense of humor – and the libido of someone who just discovered sex. Plus, I make the best pizza you’ll ever taste. But you already knew that, future hubs.” I winked, gesturing to my pussy. “Now, may I?”
“Yeah. Of course. If you want to, that is.”
“It’s getting a little cold outside, actually.” I took off my socks, throwing them in the pile of clothes he’d left behind. “Mind if I come in? I promise not to touch you. I respect you not wanting to have sex until I regain my memory.”
“Actually, maybe that’s not—”
I waltzed inside the massive walk-in shower, ignoring his protest. Four fancy showerheads dotted the ceiling. I flicked on a random, untouched faucet knob, activating the rain feature. With a grin, I claimed the bench in the corner and spread my knees apart, showing him all of me.
I wasn’t just wet.
I was soaked.
There was no denying I found this man delectable. No matter how I felt about him, I couldn’t deny the attraction.
Oliver stopped protesting and throwing me miserable looks. He slid down the tiled wall and watched me. Water gathered at the seam of his pink lips, weighing down the tips of his eyelashes. His eyes were hooded. Drunk with lust.
His penis swung up and down, like a pendulum, desperate to sink itself into something. Into me. I wanted to be filled with him. All of him.
Flashes of our first time danced before me.
My nails deep into his back, unable to hold back because he was so big. So thick.
The delicious sensation of being fused together.
I reached for my clit and began massaging it with my index finger, teasing my opening with my pinky. My pussy made greedy slurps, ready to be conquered by the man in front of me. My nipples were so hard, so sensitive, the faintest brush of wind made me rock and shiver.
“Your pussy is so beautiful,” he rasped, licking his lips. “I wish I could devour it.”
“You can.” I drew a smile on my clit with my fingertip. “Hubby-to-be.”
He closed his eyes and tipped his head back, fisting his cock again. “What are you doing to me?”
“Hey …” I tried to keep my tone calm. Businesslike. To hide how he affected me. I was on the brink of an orgasm. Just from him watching me play with my clit. “You should lather yourself with soap. You know … to clean up.”