Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 84000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“This room doesn’t feel like you,” I say. “Or maybe it’s a part of you I don’t know.”
“You know all of me,” he says. “You don’t need to worry about that.”
“I’m not worried,” I say, as he stalks over to me and slips his hands around my waist. “I know who you are in your heart, but we’re still getting to know each other.”
“In all the ways that don’t count,” he says. “I know you to your core, in all the ways that do.”
I smile and press my palm against his cheek. He always knows what to say to make me feel better.
He gathers my top and pulls it over my head. I shiver.
“You won’t be cold for long,” he says.
He releases the clasp of my bra and lets it drop to the floor. Worth catches my breasts in his hands, kneads them together and kisses me once quickly before flicking my nipples, making me gasp.
A small grin teases at his lips. “I know what you like,” he says, his words melting me like butter in a hot pan. He knows better than I do.
He kneels, undoes my jeans, and takes them off. I’m entirely naked standing in front of Worth, who’s fully clothed.
“Put your sweater back on.”
I frown, not knowing if I understand what he’s saying at first.
He just nods, as if to say, Yes, you heard me right.
I turn and find my discarded lilac sweater on the bed behind me. I slip it over my head and push my arms through the sleeves.
“Lie on the bed,” he says. “Face up. For now.”
I do what he asks, pushing myself up on the high mattress and shifting so I’m lying in the middle of the bed in nothing but my sweater. Is he worried about me getting cold?
I don’t have time to think any further when he crawls over me, lifting my sweater. I shift to try and help make it easier. Why have I just put this on if he’s just going to take it right off?
“Don’t move,” he says. “Let me.”
He shifts the sweater up, up, up, gently lifting my arms overhead as he goes. But when the sweater is halfway over my head, he stops. My eyes are covered, my upper arms held in place over my head.
“You can’t see. And you can’t touch me,” he says. “Just feel.”
I gasp. He planned this.
Suddenly a little self-conscious, I cross my ankles.
“No,” he snaps and uncrosses them. Then he pushes my legs as far apart as possible. I can’t see if he’s looking at me. I don’t know if he’s checking to see if I’m wet. I don’t know what he’s doing.
I hear a rustle of clothes. Is he undressing? I imagine his hard body, the hair that covers his pecs and trails down to his cock.
I let out a gasp at the thought of his cock and how big it is. How it seems to vibrate when it’s inside me. I can’t stay still. I shift my hips, thinking of how he’ll be touching me soon. How he’ll be inside me—his tongue, his fingers, his hard dick, shoving into me, plowing deeper and deeper.
I let out another gasp.
“Oh, you’re so ready for this, aren’t you?” he asks.
“Yes,” I call out. “Please.”
“I can see it. I can see how wet you are. I can smell it.” He groans and the bed dips beside me.
Is he going to touch me?
Where?
How?
When?
“Please, Worth.”
He growls, and I feel him hover over me, his body caging mine.
“God, Sophia. All the things I want to do to you.”
“Yes,” I gasp. I want all of them. Right now.
“And you want that too. That’s the best part. You and I want exactly the same things.” I feel his breath on my neck, followed by his tongue. He lowers his body to mine and I feel his erection on my thigh. I shift, trying to get closer, to urge him inside me.
“Not yet, baby,” he says. “Not yet. First I’ve got to get myself reacquainted with this body.” He trails kisses down my throat and sets to work, squeezing and pinching one nipple while biting, grazing, and sucking the other. My breaths grow shorter. Everything feels even more intense than it usually does. I don’t know if it’s because I can’t see, or because it’s been so long, but pleasure bursts through me harder and harder with every touch.
“Worth,” I moan. “I’m so close.”
He chuckles and releases me. “Oh no. Not yet, princess.”
I whimper at the lost contact and the subsequent ebb of my orgasm.
“Soon,” he whispers, and I feel his breath against my pussy. His attention has shifted but I don’t know if I can take his tongue without coming immediately.
He works his tongue against my clit and I arch up from the bed. I’ve waited too long for this. I’ve wanted it too much.