Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 95311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
His tongue hit the spot where her pulse beat wildly against her neck. Her legs pulled him roughly against her and he felt her hips rise up, grinding against his. She was begging for release, completely oblivious to how long he was going to drag it out for her.
He wanted her panting, begging, pleading for release.
Hannah felt a change. His passionate insistence turned more slow and gentle. His hand slowly ran down her side from breast to thigh and back up. Over and over. Her skin was burning from the feeling even beneath layers of clothes. Then she felt his hands slip up under her shirt, repeating the same motion on her bare skin. She trembled when his fingertips brushed the band of her bra and again when they fleetingly dipped into the waistband of her pants and touched the outline of her panties.
His weight lifted off of her slightly, allowing him more access. His hand brushed across her stomach, side to side, moving up and then down, hinting at touching where she wanted him to most but never doing it. Then his hands grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it upward, making her arms go above her head as she felt the material leave her body.
For a moment she felt self-conscious. No one had seen her that bare in more years than she cared to remember. But when she looked up at Elliott, his eyes soaking in her bare skin, her pink and gray lace bra, all insecurity flooded away in a rush of desire.
His hand brushed the lace of her bra and her back arched, pushing her breast into his hand. His thumb ran across the hardened point of her nipple, side to side. She moaned and felt a rush of electricity run from her breast to her groin. Her thighs clutched his legs in longing. He took the point between his thumb and forefinger, stroking it from the base upward and gently pinching.
Hannah reached up, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down toward her. He took her lower lip between his, sucking the swollen, sensitive flesh before running his tongue down her neck, tracing the line where the edge of her bra held her breast. Then before she realized what he was about to do, his mouth took her nipple within its depths, sucking roughly.
A gasp escaped her, her whole body jumping. His tongue lapped at her through the material. Then his hands slipped behind her back, grabbing the clasp and undoing it in one swift movement. He pulled the fabric, tossing it onto the floor.
He lifted his head to look down at her bare breasts, a groan escaping his lips. Her perfect dusky pink nipples were hard, the soft flesh of her breasts plump and perfect. His hand grabbed the breast he had been licking through the fabric. His lips dropped kissed from the center of her chest until he felt her nipple against his cheek.
She felt his hot, wet mouth take her bare nipple into his mouth and felt like something shattered within her. Her hips raked against the tip of his erection. Her hands grabbed the hair on the back of his head.
"Elliott... please..."
Elliott lifted his head from her breast at the sound of his name on her lips. It was the first time she had ever said it. And full of desire, breathless and pleading, he almost lost it then and there, ripped her pants and panties off and found both of their release.
He looked down in her big gray eyes, clouded with desire and need and confusion. He smiled a little, kissing her forehead. "No, not yet, baby," he whispered, his voice rough.
She whimpered and his mouth found her other nipple, making her back arch against him again. His hands ran across her waistband, side to side, dipping the tip of his finger underneath and retreating.
Hannah's fingers pulled at Elliott's hair until he released her nipple which felt wet and cold when the air hit it. He looked down at her, resting his arms on her sides, holding himself off of her from the waist up. Hannah's hands went to the front of his shirt, pulling at the knot in his tie until it came lose. She pulled the silky material and pulled it off, throwing it to the side. With shaking fingers, she slowly undid the buttons on his shirt. With each release, she could see more of his skin exposing itself to her. She felt Elliott's eyes watching her intently, but she kept her gaze on his chest. At last, the final button gave and his shirt fell open, revealing his tan skin over surprisingly toned chest and abdominal muscles. Her hand went out to touch him, enjoying the feel of his rough chest hair. She reached up, slipping her hands under the shoulders of the shirt and releasing the fabric.