Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 90410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
I walked over to the both of them and kissed Bea’s head softly. When I looked up at him, he was already looking down at me with an intensity that almost seemed as if he knew exactly what I’d been thinking just seconds earlier. He cupped my entire face in his hand and pulled me firmly into his lips. It was the first time we’d kissed since the moment right before my date with Roger. This kiss was different than that one; it was tender.
My whole body felt limp as he spoke gruffly over my lips, “Why don’t you put her to bed.”
I simply nodded. My legs felt wobbly as I walked up the stairs. In my room, I carefully removed Bea from her costume so as not to wake her and placed her in the crib.
As I took off my Catwoman leotard, I stared over at the Adam and Eve bag taunting me on the bureau.
Should I?
I thought about his admission that he’d fantasized about me in it and decided to shock him by putting it on. I placed the sheer material over my head. My swollen breasts were completely exposed with only the red crosses barely covering my nipples. It seriously looked obscenely hot; he was going to freak.
Slipping my own red thong on, I was already wet just thinking about his reaction. Tonight, I was going to be able to touch him, taste him, do all of the things I’d dreamt about. Goosebumps covered my entire body as I tiptoed down the hall.
His door was halfway open while he stood shirtless looking out the window as the moonlight shined on his gorgeous silhouette. Justin had been waiting for me.
He’d kept the black trousers on from the SWAT getup. They hugged his round ass so perfectly that my mouth watered from the urge to bite it. I’d admired his beautiful body like this so many times before from afar, yet I knew this time was different.
“Hi,” I said, prompting him to turn around.
As he took me in from top to bottom, Justin’s breath hitched, his hungry eyes soaking in every inch of me. “Fuck,” he growled under his breath. “Holy shit. You’re wearing it.”
He slowly approached then took my face in both of his palms. I was shivering with need. He slid his hands down then traced his index finger down my neck, over my breasts and stopped at my navel. His eyes looked like he was in a trance as he examined every inch of my body, which was completely exposed through the sheer fabric.
He closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them, the same look of awe remained on his face. It was as if he hadn’t expected to still see me standing there. “No one’s ever compared to you, Amelia. You have to know that.” My heart felt like it was going to combust upon hearing him say that.
Then, he dropped to his knees. He wrapped his hands around my waist as he pushed me into him, kissing my navel and swirling his tongue slowly over my stomach. He lowered his mouth in soft kisses, stopping between my legs.
Slipping his hand into the back of my thong, he roughly gripped the material before sliding it slowly down my legs. As he stood up with my underwear in his hand, he said, “Fuck. They’re drenched.” He slowly sniffed them and let out a long breath before shaking his head slowly. “I can’t wait to taste you.” He pointed down to his crotch. “Look at me.” His pants could barely contain him, his cock was so swollen it seriously looked like it could puncture the material. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited about anything. I’ve dreamt of this moment for what feels like my whole life. I never thought it would happen. I want to savor it.”
He took my hand and led me over to his bed. Sitting down on the edge, he lifted me onto him. My knees were wrapped around his thighs, and my bare pussy was straddling his erection over the material of his pants. His eyes were hazy as he looked up at me. “Tell me what your deepest, darkest fantasy is. I want to make it come true tonight.” When I hesitated, he said, “Let’s play a little. Tell me what you want. Don’t be afraid; nothing is off limits. Anything you want.”
I knew exactly what I wanted, what I’d been fantasizing about almost every single time I’d masturbated since last summer.
“I want you to stroke yourself like you were doing the day I was watching you, except this time I want it to be while you’re looking at me. I want to see how much you want me.”
His lips curled into a smile. “I have a fucked up confession.”
“What?”
“I was thinking of you that day. When you appeared at my door, for a split second, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, thought I was imagining you at first.”
“Really?”
“I haven’t been able to picture much else for a long time.” He pushed my body into him. “So, your fantasy is to watch me jerk off to you, naughty girl?”
I swallowed. “Yes.”
“That can be arranged. Three conditions though…”
“Okay.”
“One…you’ll strip down completely naked for me.”
“Alright.”
“Two…you’ll help me.”
“Alright. And three?”
“It ends with me inside of you. I need to fuck you tonight. I can’t wait any longer.”
No longer able to form coherent words, I simply nodded and waited for direction as he moved his body back against the headboard.
He slid his hand down over his crotch and began to rub his cock slowly and firmly through his pants. “You have the most amazing tits, Amelia. Take that off so I can see them.”
My breasts were tingling, so turned on by his demanding tone. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for him right now. Sitting atop his lower legs, I slipped down my spaghetti straps. The material fell down but not completely off of my chest, offering him only a partial view.