Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 111610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
She’s giving herself therapy. I can hear it in the change of her voice, though she’s speaking so softly that I’m not even sure I’m meant to hear.
“Sounds reasonable,” I agree as I lie down beside her to stare up at the stars too.
She gave a lot of herself just now, and I don’t want to push too hard, even if I’d like to hear it all.
We’re both quiet for several minutes, watching the stars shine above us. I can’t remember the last time I stopped this way—my mind, my body, my planning. Just stopped and existed.
Actually, that’s not true.
It was with Samantha. It’s only been with her that I’ve been able to exist in the present and not live for the future.
I reach over and take her hand, interlacing our fingers. With my other hand, I point to a grouping of stars. “Big Dipper.”
“Easy one. Orion’s Belt,” Samantha counters.
“Little Dipper?” I indicate another bunch.
“Aww, I wouldn’t call your widdle-dipper little.”
The baby talk about my dick is somehow cute, not insulting. Especially when she sits up abruptly and straddles me, her knees on either side of my hips and her palms flat on my stomach. With her dress riding up her thighs, I grip the soft skin there, moving up and down from her knees to higher, almost to her core. She rolls her hips, and I’m instantly rock-hard, every hour spent aroused since her talk hitting me full-force at once.
I groan, telling her, “I waited like you told me to.”
She falls forward over me, putting our faces inches apart. “I know.”
I see her smile, and then her lips are on mine. I let her lead, her tongue dipping past my lips to taste me, our tongues swirling and entwining with each other. With her hips shifting over my cock, hands gripping my chest, and tongue thrust deep into my mouth, I reach the edge fast.
But I want more. I want her.
I flip our positions, gently and quickly lowering her back to the towel and centering myself between her spread thighs.
“Can’t wait?” she taunts as she drags her hands up my sides and reaches between us to my belt.
I grab her hands, one then the other, to pin them above her head. Looking directly into her eyes, I vow, “I can wait long enough to make you come first.”
She bites her lip, baiting me. “I have a surprise for you too. Take my dress off.”
I don’t have to be told twice. I push back onto my knees, and Samantha helps me lower her dress to reveal her full tits. I drop to suck one, but she writhes. “Nuh-uh. Lower.”
I push her dress up so it’s bunched around her waist and in the moonlight, I squint at her panties. They’re pale—pink or peach, maybe? And there’s something on the front. “Does that say something?” I ask.
“Get closer and check,” she orders.
I sit back on my heels, spreading my knees wide so her legs lay over them, opening her core to me. Bending down, I inhale her sweet, musky arousal, and from this up-close perspective, I can see that her panties read LICK ME!
I chuckle aloud. “Cute, but you don’t need your panties to speak for you. You have no problem telling me exactly what you want.”
“Touché!” With that, Samantha pulls them aside to reveal her puffy, bare lips. “Then do it.”
Smiling, I touch my lips to . . . her right inner thigh, kissing and licking and nuzzling. And then her left, getting closer to where she wants me but not giving her what she wants yet. If we had time, I’d start at her fingertips and worship her entire body again, but neither of us has that degree of control after waiting.
Next time, I vow to myself.
Especially when I see that Samantha is taking matters into her own hands and rubbing her clit lazily while I pay attention to her delicious thighs. I groan, “That’s mine.”
Holding her finger out, she says, “Then take it.”
I suck her finger into my mouth, savoring the juices. Once clean, I move to her clit, and she shifts, settling in to let me work. Happily, I do—drinking her down with licks and sucks and sliding two fingers into her slippery pussy to fuck her. It only takes seconds before she’s got her hands in my hair, holding on for dear life as her hips rise to get even closer to my torturous tongue.
“Yes . . . yes . . . yes . . .” Samantha cries into the night.
I look up her body, her breasts shaking as she quivers and her head thrown back. She’s on the edge, and I want her orgasm. She deserves it, especially after opening herself for me by sharing thoughts and feelings she typically keeps locked down. I want her to know that she can trust me with it all—the physical and the emotional. I double my efforts, and she spasms, shattering beneath me and spilling her juices over my hand.