Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
My hand slapped down on the back of his neck, holding him against me, but he had no intentions of stopping as his tongue started to trace around my clit, never quite touching it, but somehow building me up.
My hips rose to meet him over and over as my breathing got ragged, as my barely-contained whimpers became ragged moans.
Only then did his tongue start to move across my clit.
The orgasm coursed through me unexpectedly, stealing my breath, making my thighs tighten around his head, as my thighs shook and my fingertips dug into his skull.
It held me captive seemingly endlessly before it finally let go, allowing me to pull in a shaky breath as my legs fell wide again, as I relaxed against the desk.
But Sway wasn’t done with me.
His tongue moved away from my too-sensitive clit, gliding around it instead, then down, before curling into itself and pressing inside of me, the shock of it making my legs stiffen as a strange, choked sound escaped me as he started to fuck me with his tongue, somehow driving me up once again.
Then his tongue was sliding out of me, and his gaze looked up to me, even more heated, still hungry, as his fingers pressed inside of me again.
That deep, growling sound escaped him again as my walls tightened around him, as my hips rocked against his palm, silently begging for more.
Which he was all too happy to give, his fingers sliding in and out of me. Again, slowly. So slowly as his other hand moved upward, grabbing the hem of my tee, and yanking it upward, exposing my belly, then my breasts.
He came over me then, his lips closing over my nipple, sucking it into his mouth as his fingers started to fuck me a little faster.
My back arched, pressing my breast against him.
His other hand moved out, closing over my other breast, squeezing, fingers teasing the nipple into a pointed gem until his head moved across my chest, sucking that nipple into his mouth for more sweet torment.
I wasn’t sure I had ever felt quite so in my body before, so acutely aware of each sensation. The way his hair brushed my sensitive skin. The cool wash of air from the air conditioning. The roughness of his jeans against my legs.
He pulled back, looking down at me as his fingers moved faster. His thumb slipped upward, working across my clit.
“Give me one more, baby,” he hissed, his body tight, like he needed it, like he got something from me coming, despite my hands having not explored any of him yet. “There,” he said as my walls tightened just before the waves started to crash once again, leaving me crying out, my hand shooting out, grabbing his wrist, holding on as the orgasm pulled me under over and over.
When it finally released me, my hands were reaching for him, pulling him over me, my lips sealing to his.
My thighs tightened around him, and then I was throwing my weight, pushing until he rolled under me on the desk.
My knees planted on either side of him, allowing me to rise up, to sit back and look down at him this time.
His hands moved out, settling on my hips as I grabbed the hem of my shirt, pulling it up over my head, and tossing it to the side.
His breath left him in a deep exhale as his gaze moved over me.
His hands were moving absentmindedly, teasing over the tops of my thighs, my hips, like he couldn’t get enough of touching me.
Then my hands were moving too, inching up his tee until it met resistance under his shoulders, then waiting for him to fold upward toward me, allowing me to pull it off and toss it to the side.
His hand grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me forward, and sealing his lips to mine once again as our bare chests met, his hard lines pressing into my softer ones, making another shiver rise through me.
My hands were greedy then, roaming up his arms, over his shoulders, down his back, wanting to know every inch of him.
It wasn’t long before my hands went to his shoulders, pressing until he moved back against the desk, so I could lean over him, running my lips down his neck, the center of his chest, down his stomach, feeling the muscles tense under my exploration as I kept moving down.
My hands worked free his button and zipper, then reached inside to free his cock, hearing his breath hiss out from between his teeth as my hand closed around him, as I stroked him to the hilt.
Lowering down, I sucked him into my mouth, his hips bucking up into the sensation as I took him deep once before starting to work him. Slow at first, then faster as his hand slammed down on the back of my head, his fingers digging into my skull, getting lost in the sensations.