Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 73339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“But—”
“I want only this moment, Reid. Please. Only this moment with you and me. Without anyone else here. This is part of me, and I want you to touch all of me.”
He trailed his fingers over the scar once more. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Just touch me.”
He moved gently over the scar and downward, cupping my breast. “So beautiful.” He stroked his thumb over my hard nipple.
I gasped as pleasure jolted through me.
This is my body. I’m taking back my body.
Then the words dissolved into feeling in my mind. Words no longer mattered. Only the emotion coiling from my gut outward through my fingers and toes.
All tingles, all warmth, all hot lava.
Reid brought his hand to my other breast, fingering the scar again and then cupping and thumbing the nipple.
Both nipples stretched forward, and my breasts tingled.
I throbbed between my legs as vivid images coursed through my mind. Images of our bodies entwined, our lips fused, his dick…
It hung between us, erect and proud.
I sucked in a breath and grasped his length.
A groan vibrated from his chest.
I didn’t know much about how to handle a penis, but I knew men liked just about anything down there. The warm water rained over us, and I worked my fist back and forth over him.
He groaned again, his eyes closed.
“Make me come,” I said again.
He trailed one hand down my abdomen to my vulva. Then—
“Oh!”
When his fingers met my clit, I wanted to explode. Every particle of energy became my pussy. Empty, so empty. I never knew how empty I was and how much I longed to be filled.
Too much. Too soon.
But his fingers swirling over my clit…
Heaven, pure heaven.
My breathing became more rapid, and soft moans escaped my throat.
Please. Please. Please.
The only word I could manage.
Still his strong fingers circled that most intimate part of me that was sprouting all kinds of pleasure.
“Fuck it,” he finally said and dropped to his knees before me.
He slid his tongue over my clit—so soft and slick—and then something crawled along my flesh. Something so fresh and vibrant…
A new feeling…
A new feeling I wanted more of…
Another swipe of his tongue. One more, and—
I crashed. I yelled. I broke into glorious pieces.
My fingers found their way to his hair, threading through the wet silk, pushing his face against my pussy, as words floated in the air around us. In my voice.
What words? I couldn’t say.
More. More. More.
The feelings intensified, and the hot water showering me glittered like diamonds.
More. More. More.
Never want it to end. Never… Never…
Until Reid moved away, and the feelings became less intense, less magnified…
And I floated back down to reality, landing as if a soft blanket had been laid out before me.
I felt satisfaction in the most beautiful way.
He’d done what I asked. He made me come.
And I knew my life would never be the same.
28
Reid
Her pussy tasted like her mouth, only more so. And all I’d done was lick her clit. I hadn’t dived between those long, lean legs and shoved my tongue into her wet heat. I’d wanted to, but I held myself in check.
She asked me to make her come, and clearly she’d been ready.
I was good, but yeah, this had been amazing.
My dick pulsed between my legs.
I remembered…
How I’d felt when she grabbed it, worked it…
How hard I’d gritted my teeth together to keep from exploding from her mere touch.
How was it possible that I wanted her so much? More than I’d ever wanted another woman?
Her new blond hair was wet and stuck to her shoulders and neck. Her nipples were still hard and taut. And her pussy… So pink and swollen… An invitation if I’d ever seen one…
But she was done. Complete.
And I’d been left unsatisfied.
Oddly, I was okay with that. Making her come had felt good. Damned good.
Sure, I loved giving women pleasure, but I’d always thought of it as a prelude to my own pleasure.
Here I was, balls as blue as ever, and I felt great.
Unsatisfied, but great.
So strange.
I stood and pulled Zee into my arms. She was still trembling, almost crying but not quite.
“You okay?” I whispered loud enough to be heard against the shower.
“Better than okay. Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me.”
She said nothing, just stayed plastered against me. The water rained upon us for a few more minutes.
Then she pulled back. “I don’t think I’m done.”
“What do you mean?”
“That was amazing. Better than anything. But I still feel…”
“What?”
“Empty. Yeah. Empty.”
No. Not that word. Empty. My cock could ease that emptiness. I knew it instinctively.
I also knew she wasn’t ready.
“You just need to relax. Settle down. Finish your shower, and you—”
She planted a kiss on my mouth and then met my gaze. “You know what I need.”
To the contrary, I had no idea what Zee needed. I did, however, know exactly what I needed, and it wasn’t a tender hand or a slow fuck.