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)
I trail my tongue along her neck, stopping to suck at a spot below her ear that seems to drive her wild. “Please, what?”
She rolls her hips, trying to explain with her body what I want to hear with words.
“No, Emily.” I slide my thumb over her clit and circle it with long, slow strokes. “Tell me what you want.”
“Don’t stop.” She lets out each word with a desperate, panted breath. “Oh my God. I think I’m—I think I’m…close.”
I smile against her neck. “Close to what?”
“Don’t be mean.” She lets out a frustrated sob.
“This?” I work a second finger inside her and twist the angle of my hand a bit. She’s so wet and hot. “You want me to make you come on my fingers?” I help her with the words.
“If you can.”
Why does she sound so unsure? She’s halfway there already. I explore her slowly, seeking the magic combination of touch and pressure to set her off. She gasps and bites her lip, squeezing her eyes shut.
“That’s it,” I encourage her, driving deeper, pressing the heel of my hand against her clit, giving her more friction. Teasing her has been fun, but I need to see her go off. To know I’m the one who made her unravel.
She moans, low and ragged. Her hips work faster, fucking my fingers.
“Let go for me. I’ve got you,” I whisper.
My other hand’s trapped under her body, and I don’t want to do anything to disturb her momentum. She’s a firecracker, so close to exploding. Using my teeth, I tug at the flap of her dress, baring her lace-covered breasts again. Tight nipples strain against the dark blue lace and I close my mouth over one.
“Ah!” she gasps, her body jerking against mine.
I suck harder and work my fingers faster.
Her breathing turns harsh and desperate. Then finally, she tips over the edge, squeezing my fingers.
I groan with her, imagining how good she’s going to feel wrapped around my cock. Soon. That needs to happen soon.
“That’s it.” I kiss her neck. “That’s a girl. Come for me.”
“Dex,” she whispers with a frenzied urgency. “I can’t—I can’t stop.”
Low laughter rumbles out of me. “Good. Keep going. There’s no hurry.” As if I’d ever try to stop her. We haven’t even gotten our clothes off and I’m craving the slide of her skin against mine, her taste on my tongue. That’s definitely where I’m headed next.
Finally, her body relaxes. I slow my relentless thrusting, bringing her back to reality with slow, gentle touches.
Emily
“Wow, I never…” I’m not sure how to finish my thought. Everything that comes to mind seems inappropriate. No one’s ever been able to make me come that way. In fact, I’m not sure what I’ve experienced in the past were actually orgasms now.
Dex’s serious expression melts into a smile that hits me like a sunbeam, leaving me tingling all over.
I glance down at my dress, open from neck to waist and shoved up around my hips. Dex’s hand is inside my underwear, still lightly cupping me.
It was the best orgasm ever, and we didn’t even get our clothes off.
Dex kisses my chest and slowly slides off the couch to kneel in front of me. He lifts an eyebrow, silently asking permission as he skims his hands over my legs, up under my dress, anchoring the material at my waist. He leans in and kisses my inner thigh. Unease skitters over me, and I squirm.
“You don’t have to.” I try to press my knees together but his hands are wedged in there tight. This has already been amazing—let’s not jinx it.
“I’m not really a fan…” Of being disappointed, I try to explain.
He flicks his gaze up. Desire and challenge glitter in the blue depths of his eyes. “Can I have a few minutes to change your mind?”
What a question. Not a macho challenge—just a devastatingly simple inquiry. Shivers of desire prickle over my skin. How can I say no?
“Okay.”
He leans in and gently rubs his chin against the inside of my leg. Light stubble grazes my sensitive skin. “Thank you.”
Is he thanking me for the opportunity to go down on me? Dear God. I slide lower and part my legs.
“Hmm.” He hums with approval and slides his hands higher, hooking his fingers in my underwear.
Our eyes meet again. A clear question burns in his eyes.
God, that’s hot.
I nod and lift my hips. He slides my panties down my legs. For a second, he balls them in his fist, like he’s planning to stuff them in his pocket for a trophy. Then he tosses them on the couch next to me.
Just the focused way he concentrates on my bared skin has me hot all over. He presses his hands against my thighs, spreading me farther apart, then dives in, sliding his tongue from my entrance to my clit in one firm lick. Then another. And another.