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)
“Oh…” her body rises to meet mine.
“Hush,” I say, and cover one breast with my mouth and then the other. I work my way back down.
“Please,” she begs.
“Please what, baby?” I say.
“Touch me.”
“I am touching you,” I play. She laughs, but there’s a mark of annoyance. She really needs it.
I touch her, barely, my finger on her sex. She is wet and ready to go.
“Vincent,” she sighs my name again and puts both hands in my hair.
I flick my tongue across her needy pussy, and her whole body quakes beneath me. I lick her again, this time pressing my mouth against her. She pulls on my hair as I slide a finger inside of her. She is tight, but willing— very willing—to open for me.
She parts her knees, and one is bathed by moonlight. The color of her skin just then is something I won’t soon forgot. Or the sounds she’s making.
“Take me, Vincent, please.”
I slip the tip of my tongue inside of her, and my fingers work to keep her open and she lets out this crazy sigh.
“Oh!” she moans. She is pulling my hair a great deal, but I don’t mind. I know I’m doing an incredible job with her this way.
“Vince…”
I flick my tongue around inside of her, and then I slide my tongue out and over her thigh and finger her with two of my fingers, scissoring them inside of her to feel her stretch to accommodate me.
“Oh!” She kicks her feet up in the air, and I move one finger around in her and slide the other one in and out.
I find her G-spot and rub against it, teasing her but not making my touch too intense. I bring my mouth back to her clit.
I flick my tongue across it, and her body shakes so much I fear she might fall off. “Oh oh…oh…” She oozes pleasurable responses and says my name like no one ever has before. She makes it sound like the longest, most exciting name in history.
Well I guess I had something to do with that too, I think, smiling against her thigh.
“That a girl,” I whisper, holding her down so she doesn’t fall to the cobblestone garden floor. I feel her warm delicious body as she starts to relax.
“Vincent…” She sighs my name and looks up between the fingers of her hand she has placed on her face, at the stars.
“Relax, sweetie, enjoy it. Sex, food, wine…these are life’s pleasures.”
Sometimes I feel like Isadora doesn’t know how to relax. And she should, she’s a princess. She is a beautiful princess in every since of the word. Her long blonde hair, her gorgeous blue eyes. I want to protect her. I can’t shake the instinct that should protect her from Nathan.
I sit up after a minute, and she does, too, and her hair falls elegantly over her shoulders. She seems so comfortable in her delicious skin, and we both stare at the stars.
But this isn’t good enough for me. I want to make sure we’re staring at the same star.
“Which star are you looking at?” I ask, I have her foot in my lap. She surely can feel my cock stirring around. She presses it down against me and a wave of pleasure nearly knocks me off the bench.
“Um…” She takes her eyes away from the chaos happening in my pants and looks at the brilliant twinkling sky.
“That one,” she plays, pointing in no specific direction, just the sky. “The one that’s shining.”
“You’re cute,” I tell her.
I look at her, studying her post-orgasm glow. She looks so beautiful, and I realize I should have been looking at her instead of the sky or whatever the hell flower I was looking at.
“I have to tell you something,” she says.
I want to hold her hand. That’s a strange sensation but I grab her hand and stroke my fingers over it.
“That was the first orgasm I’ve had,” she tells me.
“What?” I can’t believe it. Isadora is beautiful. If she’s never been with anyone, never even made herself come? Fuck, the things I want to show her. To do to her.
“That was my first orgasm,” she says again, as I haven’t responded.
“What?” I say. This time she hits me playfully, not falling for it. I look over and see she’s a little embarrassed.
You should be holding her right now, you bastard.
I reach over and bring her near to me, wrapping my arms around her tight. I kiss her cheek and then I give her a real kiss, my tongue falling into hers. She tastes herself on me. I bet she’s never tasted herself before.
She clings to me, her little hands building fists around my clothes and pulling me close to her.
“I won’t let you go,” I assure her. “When we got back to the castle, I’ll pour you a glass of wine and draw you a bath.”