Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 87275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“Yes, it will.”
“Then the odds are in your favor, champ.”
His eyes sparkle. “I want to sit here and watch you undress for me.”
I blink once. Then twice.
“Not in any sort of specific way,” he says. “Don’t look at me like I just asked you to strip for me or something.”
“You asked me to undress, which is the very definition of strip.”
“You know what I mean.”
I study him. “Why?”
He takes my hand and presses a simple kiss to my palm. The sweet, basic gesture hits me right in the heart. He doesn’t know it, but he could ask me to do anything right now and I’d do it.
Except anal. I’m not doing that.
“I just want to appreciate you,” he says softly. “I didn’t get to do this before.”
How do I say no to that? I grin, pulling the hem of my shirt slowly over my head.
“You’re very smooth at taking your charm and twisting it to fit your needs,” I say, tossing my shirt at him.
He snatches it out of the air and places it on the bed beside him.
His gaze is riveted to my face, then slides slowly—seductively—down my body. I’m examined as if he’s memorizing my curves and valleys. It’s as if he’s taking a photograph with his eyes. It’s incredibly empowering.
I remove my shorts, dropping them onto the floor, then I’m standing before him in my bra and panties.
My heart jolts as he looks me over with smoldering eyes. Perspiration sprinkles my skin. Anticipation licks at my core.
I hook my fingers at my hips and push my panties down my legs. The bed creaks as he shifts his weight, but he doesn’t say a word. I hold the fabric to my side and drop it to the floor.
He swallows hard, his throat bobbing with the force.
I remove my bra, letting my breasts topple from the cups. He licks his lips, his attention trained on my nipples.
My body aches for his touch. I have to fight the overwhelming urge to be close to him, on him, around him. Instead, I stand in the nude, feeling the warm air hitting spots usually covered, and let him have what he wants—an unobstructed view of me.
I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else. I can’t even imagine standing in front of Ripley like this. But in the moment, it doesn’t feel wrong. I’m not even self-conscious.
He makes me feel that beautiful.
I move to him, unable to control my needs any longer.
He runs his hands over me—my stomach, up my chest, over my shoulders. He follows the shape of my ass around my hips and down to my thighs. His fingers slide between my legs and through my slit.
I gasp as his lips find my breasts and he teases them with soft licks and nips. I hold his head, pulling it closer to me, and spread my legs for him.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers.
One finger slides into me and then two. He works them lazily in and out as if we have all the time in the world.
“Everything about you is perfect.” He palms my chest, playing with my nipple. “How did I ever resist you?”
I moan, rocking against his hand. I’m in desperate need of relief.
I need to fucking come.
“Well, you were kind of a dick,” I say, my eyes shut. All I can focus on is the way his fingers twist and pull, strumming me—bringing me closer to sweet relief.
He laughs, flicking my bud with his finger. “Thank God I have you now.”
The words zing straight to my heart and my eyes fly open. He’s looking at me, a shy grin on his face, as his thumb finds my clit.
Fire bolts through me, stealing any words. The intensity of the orgasm erases any response I had planned.
“Ripley!” I shout, earning a whine from Waffles somewhere in the distance. “I can’t take it. Fuck.”
I reach for his hand to stop the onslaught, the force of the orgasm too strong. My teeth grind together. My head threatens to blow.
“Don’t stop me,” he whispers, slowing his fingers. “Let me make you feel good. Let me watch you fall apart.”
“I can’t …” My eyes squeeze shut as I become disconnected from my body.
“Yes, you can. You’re so gorgeous coming on my hand. Ride it, Peaches.”
He slowly brings me down from the highest high I’ve ever experienced. I sag against his shoulder as he removes his fingers from me.
“That was amazing,” I say, heaving breaths.
“It’s yours any time you want it.” He kisses my chest. “But right now, my cock is about ready to explode.”
I push away and then take his hand and pull him to his feet. Then I crawl on the bed and lie down.
He stands still, frozen in place, with a curious look on his face.
“What?” I ask. “You’re not going to get all weird on me, are you?”