Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 132321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
A challenge I really want him to win. He’s so confident I’ll love his mouth exploring my most intimate places, I don’t want to disappoint him.
“Most importantly,” he says. “Don’t fake anything with me. I’d rather have you tell me something isn’t working for you, than have you lie.”
“I won’t,” I whisper.
“Good girl.” He pushes himself up and leans over my body. “Now, come here and kiss me.”
I meet him halfway. Our lips fusing together for a few delicious seconds.
Then he reaches behind me and grabs a pillow. “Lift up for me.”
“What? Why?” I ask, even as I dig my heels into the bed and raise my hips.
He methodically pushes the pillow under me, adjusting it until it’s even under my hips. “It’ll be more comfortable for both of us.”
Heat from both embarrassment and desire licks over my skin as I lower myself to the pillow. The awestruck expression on his face—like he’s extremely pleased with what’s exposed to him—allows desire to drown out my discomfort.
He stretches out on his stomach and hooks his arms under my legs, dragging me closer.
The first brush of his tongue against my skin sends an electric jolt up my spine. I let out a moan of appreciation.
“Good girl.” His low, gravelly voice whispering words of praise sends another shiver of pleasure through me. Warm breath pulses against my skin. He dips his head and licks in slow, soft strokes that leave me squirming with desire.
“I…I like that,” I whisper in shaky, halting breaths.
He does it again. And again. Until I’m quivering all over. His fingers are firm but gentle as he brushes against my skin and peels my lips apart. A hot flush of shyness travels over my skin. I’ve never felt so exposed or vulnerable.
Then he moves higher, circling my clit with his tongue, taking his time, applying the lightest of pressure. My mind crackles with how damn good it feels.
Was Daniel the problem all along? He went at my lady bits like a sloppy dog trying to launch a tennis ball with his tongue. No matter how many times I asked him to slow down or use a lighter touch, he always reverted to an eager puppy slurp during his five minutes of giving oral.
Jigsaw doesn’t need guidance. And he seems to have infinite patience. He’s slow and gentle, only increasing pressure or speed in response to my movements or the sounds spilling from my lips.
He’s vocal too, like he’s really, really enjoying himself. Not treating it as a chore to finish so he can move on to the main event. He’s definitely not acting like he’s counting to three hundred using the one-Mississippi method in his head, either.
He lifts his head and desire hits me in waves at the sight of his glossy lips and intense stare. “How do you feel about this now? Need a time check?” he asks with a cocky gleam in his eyes.
Time? I couldn’t take my eyes off of him if my life depended on it.
“Keep going?”
“Yes, please,” I beg.
His lips twist into a wickedly pleased-with-himself grin.
As sexy as that is, I can’t help responding with a teasing scold. “A good coach isn’t smug when he chooses the right play.”
He grins even wider, then dives in, bringing his mouth against me in a hot, open-mouthed kiss. He licks and flutters his tongue against me in the most satisfying ways.
I let out a sharp cry and spear my fingers through his hair.
He groans, the sound vibrating against me and licks harder.
My hips rock against him, offering myself. He growls his approval and flicks his tongue against me faster. With a sharp tug on my clit as he sucks and teases, a sweet, pulsing release spirals through me. He maintains the steady rhythm and pressure until I burst into a million pieces.
Panting hard and overwhelmed with the sensations that go on and on, I squirm away, then struggle to get closer. My body jerks as it becomes too much, and Jigsaw reluctantly backs off. His hands stay pressed to my thighs, thumbs kneading my flesh. He lightly swipes his tongue against my clit, and I jump.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispers more to himself than to me.
I’m too numb to speak yet. My brain hasn’t re-entered my head. He drags the pillow out from under me and settles himself against my side. I’m too spent to turn toward him. I focus my fuzzy gaze on the ceiling. “Thank you for being so patient with me.”
“My pleasure.” The bed shifts as he rolls on top of me. “Are you okay?”
“I’m divine.” I reach up and run my fingers through his hair. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
His fierce expression softens. “No. You can’t hurt me, little lady death.”
Oh, but he could hurt me.
I never knew sexual experiences could be this good. My mind’s blown at all I’ve been missing. Besides the core-melting orgasms, I like him so much.