Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
A beautiful image, but it’s wishful thinking. The other night, though, that was real.
The memory shifts my mood, sends a different energy through my body. Here I am, curled up with a big, sexy, and no doubt willing man, and I’m not taking advantage of the situation to further my education. Bad Ava.
AVA
I shift my hand so it’s curved over his inner leg, just above his knee. Erik responds immediately, turning his head toward me, and I meet his mouth in a kiss. From there, it’s natural to climb onto his lap and straddle him, holding his head in my hands, running my fingers through his hair, combing his scalp.
We kiss until I’m squirming, and then Erik kisses his way along my jawline to my ear, down my neck, and across my collarbone. He nuzzles the top of my chest, but I’m wearing a modest polo shirt that’s buttoned most of the way up.
I need sexier clothes. The thought almost makes me laugh, it’s so out of character for the woman I was not so long ago, but perfect for the new me. Leaning back, I undo the buttons, peel off the shirt, and toss it aside.
Erik doesn’t waste his energy on surprise, or praising my new boldness. He brings me right back against him and buries his mouth in my cleavage, pressing a kiss to the side of one breast, then the other. I only hesitate a moment before I reach back to undo my bra and slip it off.
“Mmm.” He kisses his way over to one nipple, circling it with his tongue, then sucking it gently, so gently. I moan and hold his head against me with both hands, willing him to suck harder.
Finally, he does, drawing a throaty cry of gratitude from me. My hips have started moving of their own accord, trying to grind me against him, but our bodies aren’t angled correctly for that. He switches to my other breast, giving it the same treatment, and I’m losing my mind with need, my panties soaked. “Erik …”
“Ava.” He lifts his head and looks at me, and he’s so beautiful, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded with his own desire. “Let me take care of you.”
“How?”
“Turn around.” He helps me shift so I’m sitting with my back to his front, and in this position I can feel his erection against my bottom. One arm circles my middle, anchoring me in place. I get even wetter as he unbuttons my pants, draws down the zipper, and slips his hand inside my panties.
He groans when he touches my swollen flesh. “Ava, you’re so wet. Fuck.” His fingers part my folds, drawing my slickness up, circling my clit, rubbing over it, then pressing, gliding, circling, rubbing again, in an endless pattern that sends pleasure spreading through my veins like thick honey.
My hands, like my hips, have started acting independently. They move up to cup my breasts, and then my fingers take hold of my nipples. “Fuck, yes,” Erik says, his voice a deep rumble. “That’s good, hon, that’s perfect. Keep doing that.”
I tease my nipples, twist them, tug at them, my breathing going ragged. Erik’s hand shifts down, and then his finger circles my opening. I gasp and he says, “Okay?”
“Yes. Yes.”
He kisses the side of my neck, and slides one thick finger inside me. I make a sound I’ve never made before, the intrusion so strange but so welcome, my inner walls gripping him. Keeping the heel of his hand pressed against my clit, he starts to pump his finger in and out of me.
I whimper as he moves, my head tossing on his shoulder. “Erik … oh …” The honey in my veins is catching fire, a million tiny sparks of pleasure bursting against my nerve endings. I’d forgotten about touching my nipples, and now I start again, pinching them lightly. “Oh!”
He speeds up, gradually, the friction driving me higher and higher, soaring toward some pinnacle I never knew existed. Sensation overloads me until I’m ready to burst. Faster, and faster, and I explode, my hips jerking as I clamp around him.
Erik holds me close as I slowly come down from my high. At first, I’m too pleasure-dazed to do anything but soak in his warmth and his familiar scent, but after a few minutes my brain clears and I remember his hardness against me while he took care of me.
I slither out of his lap and onto my knees on the floor, already reaching for his pants. “You don’t have to …” Erik starts.
“I want to. Please let me.”
He smiles. “Okay.”
As quickly and carefully as I can, I get him freed and start to stroke him, but I want to do more. His penis—no, his cock—is so big and beautiful, and I want to get much better acquainted with it.