Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
His hands slide down my ribcage and clutches at my hip. When I lift my leg and wrap it around his back, he moans into my mouth, and it makes me think he can feel the wetness my panties are no longer able to hold.
“I feel like I’ve been waiting for you forever,” he says placing a kiss on my chest just above my heart.
I wonder inwardly if the sentiment is just about sex or if his words go deeper than that. I know I can get lost easily in the attention and affection he’s showing me, and not just tonight. Even though we’re in dangerous waters, I don’t stop him. My body needs this, but I’m not sure my heart can survive it.
I close my eyes and bite my bottom lip as he nips, licks, and sucks his way down my body. I feel his mouth everywhere. Each and every nerve ending in my body is either going haywire from his touch or is tingling in anticipation of it.
I look down when I feel his fingers tug at the sides of my thong and pull them seductively slow down my legs. The look in his eyes when he sees my exposed flesh makes me moan. I’m writhing under his hands and mouth as he makes his way from my knee to my core.
“Shit!” I spit out when his hot mouth and talented tongue lock onto my sex. My hands fly out to his head, and I don’t know if I want to pull him harder against me or push him away. The sensation of his mouth on me again has my senses dumbfounded.
As his tongue strikes out at my clit, I feel his fingers tracing around the edge of my opening, which I’m certain is the most incredible feeling in the world. That is until he slowly presses two fingers inside of me. I buck against him as his relentless torture continues.
The combination of his mouth and hands sends me over the edge spectacularly. I press my forearm to my mouth and bite to muffle the scream, somehow realizing, even in my blissed out state, that we are not the only ones in this house. He continues to lick and nip at me until every last pulse from my orgasm dissipates.
He grins at me from between my thighs and sweeps his tongue over my sensitive skin once more. I wince happily at the sensation it sends up my spine. Slowly he retraces the steps he took down my body. I can’t keep my hips from circling as I impatiently wait for him to slip inside of me.
This makes twice that he’s had his amazing mouth on me, and I have yet to taste him.
“I know how much you like… I want you in my mouth.” I say knowing using the word blow job right now just sounds tawdry.
He groans. “Em, if you so much as touch my cock to your mouth I’ll come instantly.” He kisses me deep and whispers, “That’s not where I’m coming tonight.”
I blink up at him knowing we are about to take the next step. A leap, I should say since we have no protection.
I use my toes to push his underwear down his legs, not wanting him to pull away from me to take them off. I can feel the heat from his thick cock as it lays heavily on the lips of my equally pulsing core.
He takes a deep breath almost like he has to prepare himself for a tense workout and flexes his hips back. I close my eyes in anticipation.
“Watch, Emmalyn,” he commands quietly. “This is the best part. Remember this moment.” He watches me as I watch him enter me for the very first time.
We groan at the same time as he has to flex his hips back and forth a few times before my body will accept all of him.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “So snug.”
“Bobby wasn’t very…”
His eyes snap to mine. “Don’t mention him in our bed.” I nod in understanding and clench my inner muscles as a distraction. He squeezes his eyes tight. “Mmm.” Is all I get in response.
In and out, his hips move torturously slow and I begin to wonder if he’s punishing me for mentioning Bobby, but when I look in his eyes they’re full of rapture. He leans in and kisses me, his hips never missing a beat. My need, along with my arousal, builds slowly with each thrust. Before long my body is rippling along him, begging for more.
“You know that first morning you said my name as you came on your hand?” I moan loudly as he thrusts into me expertly. “I need you to touch yourself again, Em. I need to hear my name again.”
I reach down and skim my fingers over my swollen clit and swallow thickly.