Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
I stop worrying about getting to the good part, because this man is a magician with his tongue and he looks damn fine with my nipple in his mouth. He moves to the other breast and gives it the same delicious treatment. And then he kisses a path down my stomach. I’m already halfway to an orgasm and anticipation makes everything below the waist clench.
When he hooks his fingers into my panties, I helpfully lift my hips so he can get rid of the pretty, albeit obstructing, fabric. And I part my legs wider to accommodate his broad shoulders. I’m nothing if not a team player, at least with sex. With actual sports, I’m more of a confused spectator.
Sidney is an excellent kisser of face lips, so it’s not a surprise to discover that he’s also an exceptional kisser of nether lips. He uses exactly the right pressure, alternating between teasing strokes of tongue, soft suction and gentle nibbles. He drives me to the edge of heaven and then pushes me right over into bliss.
Just when I think I can’t take any more of the delicious torture, he latches onto my clit and Hoover vacuum sucks it until I’m fisting the sheets and screaming his name loud enough that my elderly neighbors probably have to turn down their hearing aids.
Sidney lifts his head and his lips glisten with girl-gasm. One side of his mouth curves up in a delectable smirk. “Was that okay for you?”
I’m still gripping his hair at the crown, endlessly thankful that he has some to yank on. I tug, not quite gently. “Like you need to ask. Get up here and show me what you can do with that glorious cock of yours.”
He prowls up my body, dropping kisses on my stomach and pausing to say hi to my nipple again before he finally kisses my face lips. His hips sink into the cradle of mine and his erection presses against my stomach.
We both do a little bare grinding before he reaches across to the nightstand and grabs his wallet. He rummages around for the condom while still trying to kiss me, but that paired with the grinding is probably too distracting, so eventually he folds back on his knees and extracts the condom.
“How do you want to do this?” I ask as I pluck it from his fingers and tear it open. “Are you in the mood to have me under you so you can pound me into the mattress, or would you prefer to be under me so you can watch the girls dance while I ride you?” I position it at the tip and roll it down the length of him. “I’m thinking we can save doggy-style for another occasion, where we can position ourselves in such a way that we’re facing a mirror and we both get a great view of all the fun stuff. And reverse cowgirl is usually best with a mirror, too, otherwise all you’re looking at is my ass, and while it’s a nice ass, my boobs really steal the show.”
“Hmm.” Sidney taps his lips, as if he’s seriously contemplating his options. “The alpha male in me would love to pound you into the mattress, but the feminist in me wants you to be in control.”
“Why don’t we start with me on top and we can adjust as required?” I push on his chest and he falls back on his elbows.
“Sounds good to me.”
I straddle his hips and grip his cock, rising to run the head over my clit, lining him up with my entrance. And then I sink down, eating up one delightfully thick inch at a time. He groans and I moan and we both sigh when my ass meets his thighs.
His hands rest on my hips and mine are perched on his unreasonably defined abs. “How old are you, anyway?”
“Forty-two, why?”
“You have abs. That seems like something that should disappear when forty hits.”
“I spend a lot of time on the ice with my son, and in the gym.”
“I drive past three gyms on my way to work every day.” I roll my hips and make a happy sound when the head of his cock rubs that elusive spot inside that’s hard to reach with anything but a vibrator, long man fingers or an aerodynamically designed penis.
We start moving, me rolling my hips, him holding them to help shift me back and forth, and up and down, both of us making appreciative noises.
“I knew your cock was going to be damn well magical,” I moan when it hits the right spot again and sends heat flooding through me.
“Your pussy is tight as a damn fist,” Sidney groans.
“Violet was breech. I had a C-section.” Not that he needs me to tell him that. I have a scar across my lower belly to prove it. I grab his hands and move them up to my chest. “I need you to hold these so I can bounce without hurting myself.”