Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 132834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 664(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 664(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
I didn’t answer. Not with words. Leaving her clit, I stroked a light touch along her pussy, the heat and slick moisture making my head spin. I could fuck her now, I knew, and she would thank me for it. I would thank me for it. But I wasn’t listening to my cock. Not this time.
The first time had been hard, grabbing hands and heat and desperate need. I’d fucked her on her kitchen counter, for god’s sake. Nothing about that had been planned ahead of time. Since then, I’d been thinking about this—having her all to myself, spread across her bed, hours alone stretching before us. I would not be rushed.
Shifting further down the bed, I pushed her legs apart with my shoulders, putting myself face-to-face with her pussy. Exactly where I wanted to be. With a jerk of motion, Savannah propped herself up on her elbows, looking down at me with faint alarm.
“Finn,” she said doubtfully, “You don’t have to—”
I scowled back. “You’re so bossy.”
“It’s just—” She tried to sit up more, but I pinned her hips with my weight. “I don’t usually like that.”
“How do you know?” I challenged, swiping my tongue across her clit. She shuddered beneath me, her breath catching in her throat.
Her arms trembling, her voice breathless, she said, “I don’t— I’ve never—” She sucked in a hard breath and forced the words out. “The other times I’ve done it, I haven’t really liked it.”
I took a moment to silently curse her husband. After everything she’d told me, I wasn’t a fan, and this was definitely not a mark in his favor. “That’s fine,” I said easily. “But you haven’t done it with me. Just lay down and shut up for a minute.”
Savanah let out a startled laugh, one red eyebrow arching high as she glared down at me. “Did you just tell me to shut up?”
“Yes, I did.” Reaching up, I cupped her breast and pushed her back. “Lay down and shut up. Give me two minutes. If you’re not having fun, I’ll stop. I promise.”
“Okay, fine. Two minutes, and I’m not going to fake it if I don’t like it.” Savannah flopped back on the bed. She squirmed against my tight hold on her hips, and I had to press my face into her inner thighs to hide my grin.
I only had two minutes, but I wouldn’t be rushed. I nuzzled my face into her thigh, breathing in the scent of her skin, her arousal. She might not be sure about my mouth on her pussy, but her body was enthusiastically in favor.
“Finn?” I’d never heard Savannah so uncertain.
“Relax, Savannah. I’ve got you.”
My mouth was making her nervous, but she had no problem with my fingers. I needed to get her out of her head, too dizzy with pleasure to think about what I was doing. I pressed the flat of my thumb into her clit, moving it in circles, sliding a finger inside her slick heat. My breath hot on her skin, I fucked her with my fingers, waiting until she rocked up to take me deeper before I replaced my thumb on her clit with my mouth.
My cock jerked at the taste of her. Salty and sweet, I licked and sucked, adding another finger, the tight grip of her body driving me, her moans telling me exactly what she liked. I think the orgasm took her by surprise; her startled cry cut off as she threw her arm over her face, gasping for breath.
Sliding back up the bed, my eyes locked on her face—cheeks flushed, skin glowing, eyes blissed out, She turned her face to mine and kissed me, the taste of her still on my lips.
“I won’t be bossy,” she said.
I smirked. Savannah, not be bossy? Impossible.
Laughing, she rolled her eyes. “Okay, I’ll still be bossy, but I’ll trust your judgment. When it comes to this, at least.”
I buried my face in her neck, shaking with laughter. We were alone, but we needed to keep it down or we’d have Nicky up here wondering why I was naked with his mom, howling with laughter. When I had myself under control, I lifted my head.
“It was okay, then?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“I’m not sure,” Savannah said, laughter still sparkling in her gray eyes. “I think so, but we should try it again. Later. Not now. Now it’s my turn.”
Rolling away from me, she reached into the bedside drawer, grabbing a condom and tearing it open. I’d had plans for Savannah, but I was willing to change them if she wanted to take charge. So far, I had been the one to initiate. I’d kissed her in the kitchen. A month ago and ten years ago. The first time on her kitchen counter, it was debatable who’d kissed who, but I’d definitely been the one to lift her onto the counter and pull her clothes off.