Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82514 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82514 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.
His hand slid to the back of her neck, and he finally locked his lips with hers. I wasn’t sure who whimpered, her or me, but something came out of my throat.
The kiss started slow, her hands on his waist, his cradling her head. But it quickly turned heated, intense, passionate. Their hands roamed each other’s bodies, pulling at strings, buttons, snaps, anything to banish their clothes. Her dress fell to the floor, leaving her in nothing but a white lace thong. She reached to remove his boxer briefs, doing nothing to hide his length, when he stopped her, turning them and pushing her to sit on the corner of the bed.
Slowly, he lowered to his knees.
Slowly, his hands dragged up from her ankles to her thighs.
Slowly, his fingers gripped the flimsy lace and slid them down.
Slowly, he pushed her legs apart to make room for himself.
I. Saw. Everything.
He leaned in, holding her folds apart and swiped his tongue along every inch of her. She moaned softly, rolling her head back and then forward again so she could watch his mouth make love to her.
He worked his tongue and fingers expertly inside her, and I couldn’t even blink. My vision blurred, and I realized I wasn’t even breathing.
My fingers dug into the leather of the couch as I watched her writhe against his face. Not once did he let up. He held her legs apart when she tensed and cried out, thrusting hard into his eager mouth.
He kissed down her thighs and stood. She held his stare and inched back onto the bed. With the same adoring look he walked in with, he shed his boxers. I watched his thick length bob as he followed her.
Her panting was so loud, it slipped into the room.
Except, it wasn’t hers.
It was me.
My quick breaths filled each inch between Daniel and I. Heat flooded my cheeks, but I couldn’t stop it. My chest heaved with a tightness I’d never experienced before. I didn’t even care that Daniel could hear me. I was too focused on the man sliding between her thighs, kissing her breasts, touching her body.
He built the anticipation until I wanted to slap my hands on the glass and demand he do it. I wanted to beg.
His hand slipped between their bodies, and they both moaned when he thrust forward. My thighs clenched, and I rocked side to side, trying to ease the ache threatening to consume me. The leather creaked, but I refused to acknowledge it.
The man made love to the woman slowly, only picking up his pace after she cried out again with another orgasm. I became so lost in the scene before me, that I almost missed the creaking of the leather beside me. With a quick peek, I found Daniel adjusting his position as well, with his hand clutching the arm of the couch.
Shamefully, my eyes shot to his crotch but were unable to see anything with the way he was sitting. Was he turned on? Was he aching the way I was?
The man thrust harder, deeper, taking his time to swivel his hips and hit every spot. Finally, his forehead dropped to the woman’s, and he almost shouted his release, feeding her his pleasure.
I swayed from all the blood rushing to my core, and I had to slap my hand against the cushion to keep from falling, only to collide with long, rough fingers, covered in a light dusting of hair.
My first reaction, surprisingly, wasn’t to jerk back. Instead, I clung to Daniel’s hand. Almost needing the anchor in the chaos of the man coming on the other side of the glass.
“Fuck,” I breathed once he finally stopped.
A few more thrusts and he fell to the side, pulling her into his arms and holding her close, all the love still shining for her.
I slid my eyes closed, needing a reprieve from the intense moment, taking stock of my body. For the first time ever, my panties were damp between my thighs. I no longer leaned back against the couch, but forward, one hand gripping the cushion and the other still holding tight to Daniel’s.
“Okay?” his deep voice rumbled between us, sliding up my arm to my chest, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
Was I okay?
I felt like a bomb waiting to go off. I almost laughed when I thought of his earlier words saying he’d offer me privacy if I needed it. Maybe I should take him up on his offer.
Instead, I merely nodded, barely turning my head to look his way.
He’d shifted to lean forward like me and unable to stop myself, I glanced down and quickly jerked my eyes away from the hard length extending down his thigh.
Still holding his hand, I squirmed again.
I needed to get out of this room before I made a fool of myself by rubbing against the leather until I came.