Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 91631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Her breath is warm against my skin, and I wish I wasn't wearing my loincloth. I want to feel her everywhere. I want her hands on my cock. I want her breath on my cock, too. Mina's fingers tap my thigh. "Pull the blanket over your head so no one can see us talking."
I do immediately, because I'm helpless under her touch.
Her eyes meet mine as she crouches between my thighs, her hair falling around her face, the blanket falling over us. "I'm hiding under here because they're watching us like hawks," she whispers. "We have to be very careful how we act around one another."
Oh. I lick my lips. "Is that why…"
"Yes." She nods quickly. "I figured if they thought we were doing things, they wouldn't pick up on our voices."
Hearing this does not ease the ache in my body. Just seeing her perched perfectly between my thighs only makes things worse. "Does this mean you're not going to pleasure me?"
She blinks, as if it takes her a moment to realize what I'm asking. Her gaze goes to my cock, as if she's just now aware that I'm straining against the fabric of my loincloth. My face feels hot with embarrassment. I shouldn't have asked. It's her right to touch me only if she wants to. I would never demand such a thing from her. She looks up at me again, her pupils dark, her lips parted. "Is…that what you want?"
"I always want that from you," I admit, voice hoarse with need. "Forget I asked. It's fine."
"I should kick you in the face for scaring me like you did," Mina says, and to my shock, she leans in and rubs her cheek against the bulge of my loincloth, then licks a stripe across it. "But I'm not going to."
I groan, fisting my hands at my side. "Can…I touch you?"
"I don't think so," she says, a playful, husky note in her voice. "You're going to distract me and I need to tell you a few things while we do this." She flattens her tongue and drags it over the aching head of my cock, and I swear I feel it through the fabric. I can't believe she's doing that to me. I can't believe she just put her mouth on my loincloth.
I wish it was my skin. I wish that more than anything, even as I can't tear my gaze away. I can't believe she's here, under the blanket with me, running her mouth over my loincloth as if my ugly form is arousing to her, somehow.
Mina looks up at me, her eyes heavy. "Pay attention," she whispers. Her hands go to the waistband of my loincloth and she releases the simple auto-fastener that keeps it to my waist. "You'll listen even if I'm distracting, right?"
My nails dig into the mattress, my nostrils flaring. There's a hint of her arousal scent floating in the air under the blanket, and it's making me even harder. She likes doing this. She wants to do this.
With me.
"Crulden?"
I stop staring at her mouth for a moment, trying to focus. "Listen," I say thickly. "Yes."
"Okay, good." She smiles sweetly, pulls my loincloth off my hips and tosses it out from under the blanket when I lift my body to help out. Her hands move to my thighs, and then she leans in and gives my cock a slow, obscene lick, from base to tip.
The groan I make is so loud it echoes in the room.
She lets out a huff of amusement, and I feel it all over my skin. The small hairs on my arms prickle, and I know that I'm going to be a panting, foolish mess if this continues…and I want it to continue more than anything. "Your mouth," I manage. "You…you're using it on me."
For a moment, Mina's confidence falters and I want to kick myself. "Oh. I didn't think about hygiene rules. I forgot. Should I stop?"
"No," I bite out quickly, reaching for her head to shove it back down onto my cock. I manage to control myself—barely—and just brush her cheek with my fingertips. "I like it. Please. Keep going."
She bites her lip and then her small, pink tongue flicks over her lips. "How can I resist when you say please?" She leans over me again, and her hand grasps the base of my cock, and I watch in stunned fascination as she carefully feeds the head into her mouth, closing her lips over it. Oh…that is…
Mina sucks on the tip, her tongue caressing the underside. And there's pressure, and wet heat, and it's so good I make an incoherent noise, my hips arching off the mattress. She releases me with a soft pop and then flicks her tongue over the tip, and hot pleasure curls up my spine. "Now," she whispers. "We have to talk."