Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
More, she’d wordlessly said.
Yes, I almost whispered back.
We reached for each other’s pants at the same time, and when I chuckled, amusement lit her eyes. She pulled back her hand, using it to brush a strand of hair out of her face so she could better watch me work.
I popped the snap of her jeans and dropped her zipper, revealing the edge of more black lace. Had she worn the sexy matching bra and panties for her date, the guy who had foolishly abandoned her? I grinned to myself.
His loss was my gain, and I was very, very happy about it.
Her back arched off the mattress when I slipped a hand inside her undone jeans, delving my fingertips beneath the waistband of her underwear. She was slick and warm, and it pumped more heat through my body.
She clamped a hand on my shoulder. “Fuck.”
That was exactly what I planned to do. With my fingers, my mouth, my cock. Could I wring an orgasm out of her with each act? Shit, I couldn’t wait to find out.
It was hard to figure out which was hotter—watching her squirm as the edges of my fingers rubbed against her clit, or listening to her short, labored breaths. But her jeans were tight and there wasn’t a lot of room to maneuver inside them.
They had to go.
She lifted her hips to help me as I peeled the denim down her legs, but when I slipped my fingers under the waist of her black panties, she tensed.
“Those stay on,” she said breathlessly.
FIVE
Noah
I blinked away my surprise and caressed my hands down Charlotte’s legs instead. This was more than okay with me, anyway. The black lace wrapped around her hips was see-through and sexy as hell. If anything, I was grateful. She looked so good lying across the tangle of my sheets in nothing but that tiny scrap of black fabric.
I flashed her a wicked smile and slid down, positioning myself between her parted legs. I dropped kisses across her trembling stomach, giving her plenty of warning of what I intended to do. She didn’t stop me, though. Her hands raked through my hair, encouraging me to do it.
So I settled in, nestling between her thighs, and hooked a finger in the crotch of her panties. As soon as I pulled the fabric out of my way, my mouth was on her.
The gasp that tore from Charlotte’s mouth was epic.
She bucked as my tongue fluttered over her skin, and her fingers tightened in my hair. Shit, she was so warm and soft and wet . . . I closed my lips around her clit and sucked oh-so-gently, but she jolted like it sent an electric shock through her system.
“You like that, huh?” I whispered. She had her eyes closed, but I was sure she could hear the wicked grin on my face.
Her only answer was a quick, jerking nod, and her eyebrows pulled together as if she were trying to focus on the sensations.
I used the tip of my tongue to tease her. To draw needy moans from her lips, and trembling quivers from the legs wrapped around my head. She was so fucking responsive, my dick jerked, wanting to remind me of its presence.
Like I could fucking forget.
While one hand was busy holding her panties to the side, I shoved the other down between my body and the bed and massaged my erection. I varied the speed of my mouth between long, slow licks and fast, furious flutters, trying to gauge which she preferred, but it was impossible to tell.
It seemed like this girl was a fan of everything.
One of her hands vanished from my head so it could glide up the length of her body and came to a stop on her breast. She squeezed and rolled her palm in a circle, moving like a mindless, sexual creature.
Fucking hell. She was so goddamn sexy.
And I was kind of floored by it. With all my experience, I’d never seen a woman this young be so assertive. So confident. Charlotte wasn’t timid or bashful or worried that I might judge her.
Plus, none of this seemed to be an act, or a performance for my benefit. It felt . . . genuine. It was such a turn-on, I felt a crushing need to bring her to orgasm, and to do it now. To show her just how sexy she was.
I abandoned my dick and slid my index finger as deep inside her as I could.
“God, yes,” she breathed.
The muscles inside her clamped down when I began to pulse my finger, swiping my tongue across her clit in a matching rhythm. Her hips rocked, moving her pussy against my mouth to the exact angle she wanted.
“Noah,” she whined.
I didn’t lift my head, didn’t pause my tempo. “Hmm?”
“You’re going to make me come.”