Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 120326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 602(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 602(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
“God.” I let out a long sigh.
“That’s it,” he urges me. “Let go. Just feel what my tongue is doing to you.”
My hands tremble as I grip the bed sheets tight and tense my legs. Robert drags his tongue slowly along my folds, back and forth, while taking in my every reaction. He looks like every decadent sin on earth. The sensation he’s making me feel is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. My head goes foggy as I let it fall back into the pillows.
“Please,” I sigh, as the tingling pleasure builds and he starts swirling his tongue around faster.
He reaches up and grips my chin. “Don’t look away.”
After he says this, my eyes remain glued to him. I don’t remember touching his hair, but I must have been because it’s all tousled now. One strand hangs attractively over his forehead.
“Oh, God, Robert,” I moan, practically tearing the sheets now, I’m gripping them so tight. “Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God. Shit. Robert.”
My thighs on either side of his head squeeze tight as an orgasm rockets through my system. He continues sucking until all of the waves have abated and I’m sinking back into the soft mattress, my entire body feeling like nothing but a mass of satisfied mush.
His lips are smeared with my wetness as he smiles at me hungrily. I grip his shoulders and pull him up the bed so that I can snuggled into his chest.
“I seriously have no words,” I say into his warm skin.
He laughs and wraps his arms around me. “No words are a good sign.”
I move my face into his neck. I love just resting my head in this exact spot. It’s like I’ve been unconsciously mapping him out these past few weeks. His body is a collection of destinations, each one with its own form of comfort or pleasure.
I feel his erection pressing against me through his trousers, and curiosity overtakes me. I touch my fingers to it softly. He groans, his breath heavy on my shoulder.
“I’m not exactly sure…what to do, uh…” I pause, not knowing how to continue.
“It’s okay. I know,” he says, stroking the small of my back.
“No, you don’t know. I…” He muffles me by covering my mouth with one hand.
His eyes meet mine when he says, “Lana, I know you’re still a virgin.”
“What?” The one word leaves my lips more air than sound.
“It came up earlier when Sasha and I were talking,” he explains. “Why else do you think I returned to the party looking delighted as fuck?”
At this I sit up straight, pulling out of his embrace. “Sasha told you?” I whisper.
“Yeah. She wanted me to understand that you’re not like the other women I’ve been with. I already knew that, though. Of course I didn’t know you were a virgin. I didn’t think you were an old hand, either, but I just…well, I don’t really know what I thought.”
“I can’t believe Sasha would tell you that,” I say, my voice quiet but full of hurt. I know it’s not the worst secret in the world to want to keep, but it was mine and she shouldn’t have told him. I never thought she’d do that. She’s always kept my secrets in the past.
“Hey, stop being so skittish,” says Robert, grasping my shoulders in an effort to calm me. “There’s no need to be embarrassed. I told you tonight that I’ve always wanted you, and being a virgin isn’t a negative thing. In fact,” he stops now, a devilish gleam in his eye, “it kind of makes me hard.”
“Well, I am embarrassed, Robert,” I protest, ignoring the last part of his sentence. I’m also upset about Sasha.
“Why don’t I tell you something embarrassing about me so we can be even?”
I glance at him sideways, considering it. “Okay, go ahead.”
He scratches his chin with a pondering expression on his face. “All right, how about this? I used to think about you when I masturbated as a teenager, all the time.”
My jaw drops open and my eyes go wide. “Robert! Did you have to tell me that? It embarrasses me more than it embarrasses you, and you fucking know it.”
He chuckles. “Okay, so maybe I do know it. It’s still worth telling you to see that pretty blush on your cheeks. Besides, I don’t understand how you can be embarrassed about anything in front of me, considering I had my tongue on your vagina five minutes ago.”
I cover my eyes with my hands. “You’re evil,” I mutter.
He crawls over my body and braces his hands on either side of my head. “That’s why you like me so much,” he states, before his voice dips even lower. “It’s also why you get so wet for me. I’ve wanted to taste you for a really long time.”
“I should go find Sasha and talk to her,” I say, and he seems annoyed that I’m not indulging his dirty talk.
“Wait until tomorrow. She’ll probably be too drunk for talking by now.”
He moves in and lazily kisses the hollow of my neck before giving me a soft nip with his teeth. I don’t expect to feel it all the way down to the base of my spine, but I do.
“She might not be drunk,” I say, shifting away and trying to spot where he threw my underwear. Eventually I find them under the bed. “I’ll go and check.”
Pulling on my knickers and my dress, I turn back to see Robert strewn across the bed, shirtless, looking like a lazy tiger. His eyes are hooded, and his lips are bent in a smirk.
“You don’t need to run away from me, you know,” he says, eyes perusing my body hungrily.
“I’m not running away. I’ll come right back if I can’t find her.”
Now his expression lights up with amusement. “Oh, should I wait here like an obedient little sex toy, then? I’ve got you sussed, Lana Sweeney. You’re a ‘love them and leave them’ kind of girl. I feel used.”
I pick up a pillow while slipping on my shoes and throw it at his head. “Shut up.”