Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
I take advantage of the few moments to really see him. Seeing someone in their element, the comfort of themselves is entirely different than when they know they’re being watched, and their walls go up like kudzu and they battle insecurities. Right now he might as well be naked…
The only thing Nathan has on is his jeans, so he’s somewhat naked. No shirt so he’s showing off his ripped abs, his deliciously smooth, clean skin. His jeans drift down around his jutted hipbones which are as perfect as two teardrops. I watch how they just drift there, how his body pours into those distressed jeans like perfect warm skin and bone. I want to rush over to him, to make our own lovely music, but this moment is too good to destroy.
I stare at his beautiful feet, where the ankles of his jeans are a bit worn and frays of fabric hang there. His feet are perfect—clean, smooth. He takes care of himself head to toe, this prince.
He stops playing, sensing me there. We eye each other for a long, still second. His eyes have never looked bigger or a darker brown. They are heavenly tonight, dark and full of secrets. I want to know every single one.
“That was…a nice song.”
He moves his hands away from the keys altogether and rests them in his lap.
“Thanks.” He seems forlorn.
“I’m sorry, I can go…”
He stands up, reaching for his smokes.
“No, don’t go.” My eyes fall to his hips, those jeans slip down just a few heavenly inches. I can see the outline of his perfect cock—speaking of inches. He’s so big and long he must tuck it into his right pant leg. My midnight appetite is stirring.
He comes over to me, and I cast my eyes down to look at his feet.
“Why would you go?” he asks the right questions, Prince Nathan.
“I don’t know.” It’s been a while; I’m hungry for his kiss. He doesn’t hesitate. He wraps his arms around me, and we let ourselves get lost in a long, hot kiss. His stubble rubs my face, and he picks me up and carries me over to the grand piano. The glass doors are open so the sounds of the rich night filter inside.
It’s perfect—the smell coming through the doors, the fresh, calm, cool night air.
He closes his mouth around mine, and I place my feet on his hips so my little toes are on the waist of his jeans, and I try to push them down. They don’t give, even though they seem like they drag and just want to fall to his beautiful feet.
My toes trace over his jean-covered cock, which is growing hard beneath my touch.
“Mm,” he moans. He likes the teasing feel of my little foot against his growing dick. “Mmm…Oh…Isadora.” His voice is soft but so deep. I kiss him hard, and he thrusts his hips between my thighs, and I open my mouth as inviting him in. The kisses are quite brutal expressing deep hunger for each other. Hunger that feels like rage.
I reach down for his stubborn jeans, determined to get them off. I want to feel the warm skin of his agitated cock.
I find the three golden buttons of his jeans and pull them through the slits. They loosen, and I push them down with my toes. Now we’re getting down to the nitty gritty. He’s wearing black boxer shorts and I place my toes through the buttoned window of his underwear and feel the warmth of his cock. He kisses me really hard as his hands slide up my legs under my dress.
“Oh…” I move anxiously, waiting for the moment his fingers find their way into my panties—his assertive, thick fingers greedy to touch my quivering wet pussy.
“AHHH!” I grin and all but lose it, stretching out on the piano so my long blonde hair falls off the edge.
He fills me up with four fingers. My leg lifts in response and the heel of my foot slides over the smooth oak surface of the piano. My arms are spread as well as my legs.
“I’ve been thinking…about you all day…” I let go of the confession. He’s listening; I can tell by the way he kisses my inner thighs. I pull on my hair, burning for him tonight. He pulls away for the moment, and his cock is sticking out of his boxers shorts as he comes around to the piano keys and pulls on my ankles so I swing around and my toes are on the keys. He gets on top of the piano stool and leans forward.
Tonight I want to feel everything on my little pink pussy—his teeth, his stubble, his tongue, his whole mouth, his fingers, and lastly his thick, long cock having its way with me. I’ve been craving Nathan in a way that’s almost frightening, I need him so much.