Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
It wasn’t a question, but I found myself answering as I pressed my chest forward into his touch. “Yes,” I agreed, taking a deep breath. I hadn’t even been focusing on it, but I felt the energy shoot down between my thighs.
“Love that,” Rowe mumbled as his thumb started tracing around my nipple, toying with the barbell, until my nipple was hard and straining, until my hips were rocking against him, desperate for relief as the desire built.
But Rowe wasn’t done torturing me.
His fingers left my nipple, hand going around my full breast, lifting, squeezing, getting to know me.
Then his hand moved across my chest, repeating more of the same torment as my restless hips found a steady motion that created friction, but just not quite enough of it.
“Rowe, please,” I begged, circling my hips.
“Please what?” he asked, shooting me a sly smile as he looked up at me with heavy-lidded eyes.
“Touch me,” I demanded.
“I am touching you, baby,” he said, fingers gliding across my belly.
“Rowe…” I whined, doing another swirl of my hips.
“Eventually,” he said, fingers tracing the curves of my tattoo. “I’m exploring.”
Well, two could play that game, couldn’t they?
Leaning forward, I scooted my lower body backward. I couldn’t explore his chest and stomach, thanks to the brace we couldn’t take off.
My hands reached for the waistband of his boxers, fingertips teasing over the skin underneath.
The sound that came out of Rowe right then was a primal, animalistic growling noise that turned my stomach liquid. I wanted to tease him. But even more than that, I wanted to hear more sounds like that from him.
Heartbeat thrumming, I reached inside fully, my hand closing around his hard, hot, velvety smooth cock.
A shiver coursed through Rowe at my touch, a movement that had my gaze lifting, finding his intense gaze on me. His jaw was so tight that a muscle ticked there.
Gaze on his, I leaned down further, my tongue moving outward. Then, as his exhale shook through his chest, I teased it around the head of his cock.
“Fuck,” Rowe hissed as his hand landed on the back of my neck, grabbing there for a long moment before gathering up my hair and moving it out of the way so he could watch as I slipped my lips around him and lowered down inch by inch.
I’d always considered selfless sexual acts with a partner as a really important part of your intimate life. But I’d never felt quite as invested in it as I did right then, with Rowe’s cock in my mouth, with his body under mine, with his hand in my hair, with his tight, breathless groans and dirty words meeting my ears.
“I’m not done,” I grumbled when his hand curled in my hair, twisted, then yanked until I had no choice but to move back to ease the sting coursing across my scalp.
“It’s my turn,” Rowe told me, eyes blazing.
“Your turn?” I asked, sitting up fully.
“Hop up and take off your pants,” Rowe demanded. “And panties,” he added, a dark promise in his gaze as my sex clenched hard in anticipation.
I climbed off the bed and slipped out of my pants and panties as Rowe watched every movement I made. With his hungry gaze on me, I did a slow turn, feeling his eyes roaming over my back, my ass, my legs before I turned to face him again.
“Get over here,” he demanded, and I took a couple steps closer to the bed, close enough for Rowe’s hand to snag my wrist. “I meant over here,” he said, using his free hand to rub at the scruff on his chin. “Come sit on my face so I can taste you,” he told me, making that sex clenching sensation even more acute. “Can’t tell you how many times I woke up with my cock hard from thinking about tasting you,” he said as I climbed up near his chest, smiling down at him for a second.
But then he was grabbing my ass, and yanking me upward until I hovered over his face.
“I said sit,” he growled up at me as his hands reached for my hips, dragging me down the rest of the way.
I swear my thighs shivered at the feel of his tongue sliding up my slick cleft the first time.
Rowe’s hands grabbed my thighs as his tongue found my clit, working it in slow, deliberate circles as my eyes slid closed, as I arched backward, lost in the moment, in the sensations, in the way it felt to finally get to experience what I’d fantasized about for so long, the very thing I was sure I was never going to be able to feel.
He drove me up slowly, methodically, never changing his pace, but playing around with movements if I was getting too close too fast.
By the third time he edged me, I was sure he was just not going to let me come.