Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“But it’s not,” I rasp, squeezing her bottom tighter as we reach the bed. “And you do the same thing to me, butterfly. I need to be inside you. We’ll go slow the second time. Are you wet for me, or should I get the lube?”
“I’m so wet,” she whispers, her nails raking down my chest as I set her on her feet, making my cock jerk in my pants. “I’ve been wet since you touched my hand at the coffee shop. See?” She takes my hand, guiding it down the front of her silky little panties.
I slide over her small patch of hair to her sex and nearly melt into a puddle at her feet. “Fuck, baby,” I say, driving my fingers into her dripping heat, balls dragging between my legs when she cries out and spreads her thighs, welcoming my invasion. “I love feeling how much you want me.”
“Need you,” she corrects, tearing at the buttons on my vest before moving on to my belt buckle. “I need you so much, Gideon. A vibrator isn’t the same. I can’t come the way I do when I’m with you.”
“You’ve been touching yourself?” I ask as I help her dispose of my clothes.
“All the time,” she says, her heated gaze lifting to mine as she shoves my pants down around my thighs. “And I always think of you. Of the way you made me feel wild and safe at the same time.”
“You’re always safe with me, baby,” I promise her, before adding in my “be a good girl” voice, “Now get out of those panties and get on the bed. Leave the stockings on. I want to fuck you with them on.”
She obeys with a breathy sigh of excitement that ricochets through my chest. This is how it should be with a lover—hot and easy, filthy and sweet. Even before I roll on a condom and join her on the bed, guiding her knees up and out so we can both watch me fill her, inch by inch, I know this won’t be the last time. Not tonight, and probably not tomorrow, either.
It’s too perfect with her. She’s too perfect.
She wraps her legs around my hips, crying out as I slide the last inch in to fill her, her hands trembling as they skim down my back. “Yes. God, Gideon. I’ve missed you like a part of me.”
“Every damned day,” I agree, kissing my way down her throat as I pull back and glide home again. “I kept wishing we’d had more time. There are so many other ways I wanted to give you pleasure.”
“Like on top again?” she asks, a hint of shyness in her voice. “I really liked on top last time.”
Before the last word is out of her mouth, I’ve rolled us both over on the mattress, making her breath rush out with a laugh as I settle her on top of me. But the laugh quickly becomes a moan as I cup her breasts in my hands, licking and sucking her tight nipples.
“Oh God, yes,” she says, her hips starting to move—slow and uncertain at first but gaining confidence as I squeeze her ass and assure her, “Whatever feels good for you, butterfly. Ride me however you want. I’m happy to be along for the ride.”
“You still feel bigger this way,” she says, bracing her hands on my chest and shifting back a bit. “Longer.” Her lips part as she sighs, “I can feel you…everywhere.”
“Not everywhere,” I whisper, sliding my hand between our writhing bodies. “Not yet.”
Gathering some of the slickness from her body on my fingers, I ease one back to tease the puckered ring of her ass as she moves. Surprising me, she barely hesitates a beat before leaning forward to grant me easier access.
“You want my finger in your ass, butterfly?” I ask, welcoming the kiss she crushes to my lips with a moan.
“I want everything with you, baby,” she says, her words drawing me closer to the edge than her tight pussy.
Because I want everything with her, too. Absolutely everything.
And I like the term of endearment on her lips. I like it so much I almost abandon the plan to show her how nice a little ass play can be. But then she whispers, “Do it. I’m not scared. I trust you,” and I have no choice but to ease my middle finger gently into her ring.
She sucks in a breath, shuddering as she adjusts, but she doesn’t stop riding me. If anything, her rhythm grows more urgent, her nails digging into my shoulders as she grinds on my cock.
“Yes,” she says a few beats later, her breath coming in harsh gasps. “Yes, Gideon. God, I’m going to come. I’m going to come so hard. So hard. Oh God. God!”
She falls apart on my chest and I follow her with a guttural cry of triumph, though I’ve done absolutely nothing to be proud of. I shouldn’t have fucked my son’s ex-girlfriend tonight. I shouldn’t have done it once, and I sure as hell shouldn’t do it again.