Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 140874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
His chin scraped over my belly—okay, there was like, one good thing about the beard—and he circled my navel with his tongue. “Look at you, writhing like you’re in heat. I bet you’re already wet, aren’t you?”
I moaned as his fingers skimmed up my inner thigh. “A minute ago it was ‘I can’t live without you,’ and now I’m ‘in heat?’”
He slipped his fingers beneath my panties and skimmed between my labia. He was right, of course; I was hot and wet and ready for him.
“You’re suggesting that it’s a bad thing,” he murmured against my hip. “You know I love the way you want me.”
I grinned at him as he pulled my panties slowly down my thighs. “Ego, thy name is Neil.”
He growled and jerked my panties down the rest of the way, then his mouth descended on me. I gasped and curled up when I remembered what our plans had been only moments before. “Wait! What about the fireworks?”
With a last, sucking kiss, he lifted his head. “You’re right. You don’t want to miss those.”
He got up and gave me his hand to lead me down the stairs to the living room. With a flick of a switch, he cut the lights, leaving the house in total darkness but for the gentle illumination of the city lights curving around the bay. He led me carefully around the furniture, to the tall windows that stretched from the second floor to the third.
“It’s almost midnight,” Neil said, stepping up behind me. One hand closed around a chunk of my hair, the other gripped my upper arm as he nuzzled behind my ear. “Would you like to do something a bit frightening?”
My breath caught in my throat as he walked me forward, one slow step at a time, until my toes touched the edge of the very short windowsill. My knees bumped the windowpane, and I gave a startled “eep!” as he pushed my body flush against the glass. It wasn’t a terribly far drop below, but that wasn’t what I was worried about. I was worried about the lighted path that ran along the waterfront past Neil’s house.
“Someone might see,” I whimpered, but I knew I wasn’t going to hold out for long. The hand at my arm fell to my hip, kneading through the silk.
“That’s half the fun, darling.” His hand worked between my breast and the glass. His thumb stroked over my hard nipple through the lace applique.
Slowly, he slid his hands down and followed them, kneeling on the floor behind me. Pushing up the silk, he bared my backside to the cool room. With a palm splayed across my mound, he canted my hips back. To keep my balance, I braced my chest and forearms against the window, and I gasped.
He kissed over the curve of one buttock, his fingers slipping into the cleft between and sliding down. One fingertip caught the top of my opening and gently stilled there. “Now…where were we?”
The naughty thrill of doing something truly wicked overrode the part of my brain telling me that being eaten out in front of a giant window in the capitol city of a small European country on a night when everyone else was going to be looking out their windows was a dumb, dumb idea.
But they would all be looking at the fireworks, right?
His nose bumped against me, and his tongue snaked between my folds to circle my clit, and I dropped my head back with a moan. His rough jaw scraped my inner thighs, and my legs shook.
“Steady,” he murmured against me, his big hands grasping my hips to hold me in place. I rose up on my toes as his tongue swirled over me again.
How was it that he needed only put his hands on me, and I became willing and compliant? One touch and all I wanted was to please him. Probably because while I was striving to please him, he was striving to please me. We got off on each other’s pleasure, and it just happened to work out that we fulfilled each other’s needs.
His tongue burrowed into my cunt, and I clenched around him involuntarily, a high-pitched “ooh” of pleasure tearing past my lips. He held me still against his mouth, rasping with his chin, fucking me with his tongue, until it was just too much. I pushed back on him as the tension in me wound tighter and tighter, and with a cry I let go, my thighs quivering around his face.
I panted to get my breath, both palms splayed on the glass. Neil got to his feet behind me, still holding my nightgown at my waist with one hand. His fingers skimmed over my buttocks, then dipped down to the wet, puffy flesh he’d just so expertly tended. He traced his fingertips around the outside of my thigh and settled his big, warm hand between my legs. The position pulled my nightie up in front, exposing my bare vulva to the window and anyone who might happen to see in.