Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 142728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
The party was more than I expected. Too loud and crowded to hold a conversation for long. I liked Emily hanging out with Lilly and Hope, though. And I loved how sweet she was with Sparky. His quirkiness didn’t seem to faze her one bit.
The bathroom door clicks behind me.
“Dixon.” My given name in Emily’s low, husky voice lands in my chest.
I turn and find her leaning against the wall with one arm stretched above her head and one hand on her hip, like a classy, modern pin-up girl. Skin. So much creamy skin visible. She stripped down to nothing but a dark green lacy bra with cups so sheer I can make out tight pink nipples and panties so fucking tiny, they barely hide a thing.
“Turn around,” I rasp.
She goes up on her toes and executes a neat spin.
“You ride in that little green floss?” I ask, stepping up behind her.
“Not yet,” she says over her shoulder.
Fuck. I fit my hands into the dip of her waist, sliding them down to her hips. “You bring this up here for me?”
“Well, the bra I was wearing earlier, but yes, I put the panties on with only you in mind.”
A simple thing, but fuck do I like that I’m on her mind when she’s doing something simple like picking out her clothes. I flex and squeeze my fingers into her hips, loving how soft and pliable she feels under my hands.
Desperate to touch more of her, I slide one hand under the flimsy triangle of satin barely covering her skin. Her body tenses, ever-so-slightly. I cup her throat with my free hand, stroking my thumb against her pulse and gently bend her back against my body.
“Let me show you how much I like this.” I don’t wait for an answer, just push my fingers lower, groaning when I slide against her slick skin. “Open for me.”
She inches her feet apart and swallows hard, her throat working against my palm.
“Good girl.”
She whimpers as I slide my two fingers lower, not entering her, just lazily exploring, dragging her wetness to trace firm circles around her clit.
“Dex,” she whispers.
“Shh. Let me enjoy touching you.”
That must offer reassurance. She rolls her hips, rubbing herself against my hand.
“That’s it,” I encourage. “Show me what you like.”
“I…” Her eyebrows pinch together.
I stop the circling motion and form a “V” shape with two fingers, slowly sliding them on either side of her clit, pressing harder on each downward stroke.
She gasps and raises up on her toes, pushing her upper body against my chest and grinding herself against my fingers.
“That’s it,” I whisper, kissing her cheek. “Let go. Be as loud as you need.”
“Dex,” she moans. A wave of higher-pitched whimpers flow past her lips.
I coax her through the orgasm until she’s limp in my arms. She tilts her head back and blinks up at me.
“I’m buying these panties in every color they come in.” Her words come out slightly slurred and fuzzy.
I erupt with laughter and release her, patting my hand against her ass. “Come shower with me.”
Under the harsh light in the bathroom, she seems shy again. Until I strip off my T-shirt. Then, she steps closer, pressing kisses over my chest. Somehow, I work her bra loose with one hand and unbutton my jeans with the other. With her clinging to me, I twist the shower spray on, and fumble out of my pants.
“Get these off.” I hook my fingers in the soaked satin panties and tug.
She’s quick to shimmy out of them and kick them aside.
I half lift, half carry her into the shower, stumbling forward until her back hits the wall. I lift her to kissing height and seal my mouth over hers. Her fingers rake through my hair and over my shoulders.
The hot spray of the shower rains down on us. Her desperate kisses, her wet skin slipping against mine, and her legs hugging my sides as I keep her pinned to the wall shatter my self-control. My hips punch forward, sliding against her dripping pussy. Fuuuck that feels good. She whimpers and tightens her hold around my neck, opening her mouth wider, devouring and licking. Just as hungry as I am. My cock slides against her again, finding home, squeezing into her tight heat.
Panting, I drop my forehead against hers. I’m drowning in the desire and surprise warring in her eyes. We drop our gazes to where we’re connected. My bare cock driving into her.
“Em,” I rasp, closing my eyes, memorizing every sensation.
“It’s okay.” She kisses and licks my neck.
No, no, no. I need to savor this. Not in a tight, slippery shower where I can’t fully concentrate on her because I’m trying not to slip and crack open my skull.
I reach over and shut the water off, groaning as I pull out of her.