Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
We don’t have anywhere else to be right now. There’s no rush, no ticking clock. I can kiss her as long as I like. And so I do. I hold her aloft and tease her mouth open. She digs her fingers into my hair but makes no move to take control. We’re too busy clinging to each other and enjoying the moment.
Every moment with this woman is larger than life, and this one is no different. She consumes me. I can’t get enough of her taste, of the feel of her skin sliding against mine, of the desperate little noises she makes that are both demands and pleas. I wrap my wings around us without a conscious thought. I just need more. I need to feel her.
I shift my grip without dislodging her, moving one hand to cup her ass so I can press a finger into her pussy. She’s soaked. Even better, she breaks the kiss to press her forehead hard against mine. Her exhales ghost frantically against my lips. “That feels really good.”
“It feels really good to me, too.” I pump slowly, achingly aware of the fact that I have to ready her for my cock. “You’re so damned hot and wet, gripping my finger like a vise. It makes me wild.”
I wedge a second finger into her. Grace’s thighs tense as she tries to lift herself and ride my fingers, but the angle isn’t good for it. “Bram, please!”
“I’m not playing games. I’m not going to make you wait.” The feeling of her around my fingers is almost enough to make me come on the spot. I want this. I love knowing she’s wet and needy and demanding for me and what I can give her. I love that she doesn’t hesitate to communicate what she wants. “But I won’t lie and pretend this doesn’t get me even harder, Grace. You can’t rush me in this position. I can hold you like this until the end of time, making you feel good. Making you come until you can’t come anymore.”
I pull her closer until her pussy is plastered to my stomach. She still can’t leverage herself to fuck me, but each little shake and shiver rubs her clit against me. I keep up the slow, thorough fucking as her breathing quickens and the sweet little pleasure sounds she’s making become almost continuous. “That’s right. Let go. There’s no reason to deny yourself. We have all night, Grace. We’re just getting started.”
She comes hard, clenching on my fingers tightly enough that I curse. It’s a good beginning. I don’t give her time to recover before I tip her back on the bed and slide down between her thighs.
I’ve made a mess, and it’s time to clean it up.
My first lick is pure paradise. Especially when she reaches down and grabs my horns. Again, she’s not trying to guide the experience, she’s hanging on while I give her what we both need. I start with long, thorough licks. I could spend days with my mouth on this woman’s pussy. She’s too fucking perfect. Sweet on my tongue and spread wide open to give me access to everything.
I tease her as long as I can hold out. Not nearly long enough, honestly. Maybe there will come a time when I’m not about to blow my load simply from being near her. Tonight’s not the night. I finally give in to the tugging on my horns and move up to press the flat of my tongue against her clit. Her back bows, and her thighs clench around my head.
Not yet. First I need . . .
I press three fingers into her pussy as I keep up that stroke against her clit that has her dancing on the edge. Grace comes with a scream and damned near snaps my head off my shoulders. I have to muscle her legs wide so I can keep fucking her with my fingers, keep drawing out her orgasm until all the strength goes out of her limbs. It takes a very long time. I love every second of it.
Only when she is limp and panting do I move back up her body and brace myself over her. “Do you want my cock now, or should I keep eating you out? Because I could feast on your pussy for hours.”
She blinks up at me, her gray eyes dazed. Distantly, I wonder if she’s beyond words. I should know better. Grace snakes her hand between us before wrapping it around my cock as best she can. She licks her lips. “Later, if you want. I might die if I don’t have you inside me right now.”
I feel the same way. I brush her hand from my cock and wrap my fist around it. I was too worried about giving her exactly what she commanded last time we had sex. This time, I want to enjoy the sight of my broad head parting her pussy’s lips. It seems impossible that she can fit me. I tease us both as I draw my cock up and down her center, soaking my head with her desire.