Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
She whimpers and rests back on her elbows so she can watch me. Leaning forward, I inhale her heady scent into my lungs, then I dive between her legs and take my first taste. In one pass I lick her from asshole to clit, and back again. Honey. She tastes like honey. Tiny mewls of pleasure escape her lips and I love how reactive she is to my touch. I want her arousal coating my face, to feel her thighs clamped around my head as she crumbles into a million pieces.
She reaches for me, and when her fingers dip into my hair, I damn near sigh. Fuck her touch, her sweet scent, her fucking taste. It consumes me. She clenches her fists around the strands of hair as I take the little swollen bud of her clit between my teeth and bite ever so softly. I do this a couple times, teasing her, giving her both pleasure and pain.
Pulling back a little, I peer up the length of her body and stop once I reach her face. Her eyes are closed, her chest rises and falls rapidly like she’s running a marathon, and her skin is flushed a dusky pink. Pure fucking beauty. And this is how I want to see her every single day, vulnerable, loved, without a single inch of room for fear.
Driven by lust, I sink between her thighs once more and flick my tongue against her tiny little clit before finding my way down to her entrance. Gripping onto her a little harder, I press my tongue into her tight cunt and fuck her with it. She’s as desperate as I am, because in seconds she’s lifting her hips, trying to fuck herself against my face.
I can't take it anymore, though. I need to be inside her.
I kiss her sex softly, then stand, lift her hips and move her up the bed a couple of feet.
She clutches onto the sheets, keeping her legs spread, and my gaze catches on the wetness of her body and my mouth, the evidence coating the insides of her thighs. Fuck, could I be anymore consumed by this woman than I already am? I climb up onto the bed and crawl towards her, blanketing my body over hers. The look of trust and need reflecting back at me, splits me down the middle.
“You’re everything, Elyse. Every. Fucking. Thing.” I grit the words out while I slide between her wet folds, gathering her arousal on my cock before positioning myself at her entrance.
Right as I’m about to thrust forward, there’s a pounding at the door.
What the fuck? I cock my head to the side, my adrenaline spiking. There shouldn't be anyone else in the house, but clearly someone is in fact in the house. Ely’s expression turns fearful, and I’m about to tell her it’s okay when a familiar voice greets us.
"I know you’re in there, and I doubt you want me to come in, so get out here, we need to talk.” Fucking Drew. All I can do is shake my head. “And preferably with clothes on,” he adds.
I drop my forehead to her sternum and release a long sigh. "Fucking hell. The only reason he would be here is because Bel’s here. I don’t know what he wants to talk about, nor do I care.”
Ely's lips spread into a smile. "What are the chances he goes away if we ignore him?"
"The chances are zero. He’s far more stubborn than even you.”
She pokes her tongue out at me, but her eyes watch my face carefully for a reaction to her teasing. This is new territory for her, so I give her a grin then take her tongue into my mouth and kiss her deeply. Her laugh melts into a groan.
"Believe it or not, my ears work fine, and I can fucking hear you both in there, so get your asses moving. This is serious.”
Ely pushes at my chest gently. "Let's see what he wants, and then in a little bit we can start this whole thing over again.”
I narrow my eyes. "I'm holding you to that."
We quickly pull on some clothes, Ely dressing in one of my T-shirts and a pair of gym shorts. I forgo a shirt and pull on a pair of shorts I find on the floor. Mentally I try to prepare myself for whatever it is that’s going on, but that’s hard to do when I haven’t a clue. Hand in hand, Elyse and I leave the protection of our bedroom and head to the kitchen.
There we find everyone, and I mean everyone. Drew, Lee, Aries, and Bel are all here, and the air in my chest shutters out. Bel appears the most anxious as she rolls a water bottle between her palms. Drew stands at her back, protective as ever.