Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 138003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 690(@200wpm)___ 552(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 690(@200wpm)___ 552(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
“Can I taste you?” His whisper feathers across my damp flesh.
The question feels like a detonation deep inside. My back bows, and I feel myself growing so wet. “I don’t think—” this has ever happened before.
“Thinking is overrated.” His arm slides around me as his gaze lifts. Those eyes, dark and sincere, make him seem as desperate for this as I feel myself. Using his arm as a brace for my body, he gently lowers me back. “Feeling. Now, that’s the way to go.”
“Is that so?” I push up onto my forearms and watch his hand slide out of sight. It lazily loops around my ankle.
“Trust me.” His touch burns a path upward. As he reaches behind my knee, my gaze meets his sinful one as he widens the space between my legs.
“So, so pretty.” Dropping to his heels, he presses his mouth over the silk of my underwear.
I whimper. Tremble. Gasp as his tongue presses against the fabric, parting my sensitive flesh. There isn’t one part of me not aching for him.
My head drops back with a moan when he begins to kiss me there—kiss my pussy as though there were no barrier.
“You smell so good. I’m so fucking hard for you.” I just about melt, and though I don’t need the visual, I appreciate it the way he reaches down, and the taut groan as he grips himself. “Let me taste you, Lavender.”
The desperate heat of his words makes my thoughts unspool.
“I’ll make you feel so good.”
What even is my life? When in the history of Lavender has a man begged to go down on me?
“Yes.” My response is a throaty plea. It’s been a while, but disuse isn’t the reason I’m panting and twisting under him. Oh, sweet Jesus, to be wanted. Craved. “Yes, please.”
His finger hooks into the side of my underwear. My body jolts at the lightest flick of his tongue.
“So fucking perfect,” he whispers as he opens me to paint a wet stripe across my clit.
I swallow back a moan and temper the urge to rock into his face. I need this so much. I ache to be filled. A swipe, a stoke, and I begin to levitate when he circles my clit with a groan.
“Fuck, princess. You melt like sugar on my tongue.”
Maybe I’m perverse. Here I lie, spread out on the desk, being eaten to oblivion by a stranger, and it’s a compliment that makes me blush?
I drop my head back—and my cheeks burning—surrender to the flat of his tongue.
“Ho-ly!” He could teach a class with his perfect rhythm and pace as the finger he pushes deep inside me sends a throb of pleasure radiating out from my core. One finger, then two, he curls them as he drives them harder, faster. Drives me higher. As I glance down my body, his eyes meet mine, hot and intense, before his lids flutter closed like I’m a dish he’s savoring.
“I could fucking drown in you.”
Skill, steamy eye contact, and a dirty talker? That’s like the pussy-eating trifecta.
And he’s not even done.
“Yeah, like that. I can feel you, beautiful. So close. Come for me, Lavender. Come on my fucking tongue.”
I don’t stand a chance as every inch of me pulls inward only to burst pure sensation. My right shoe drops to the floor as (I’m pretty sure) my leg spasms. To be honest, I’m not at all certain what’s going on. The experience is so intense that tears begin to build behind my closed eyes. And I never cry. But I’m crying now. Crying and calling out for divine intervention. Pulsing, throbbing, twisting, my hands pulling his hair as…
Worlds align. Stars burst. Universes implode.
I cry out.
Then I die.
Or maybe I pass out.
Seconds, eons later, the air turns over, rushing from the ceiling vent. I shiver, the cooling breeze another layer of sensation as he kisses me through my aftershocks of pleasure. Kisses me like he can’t get enough.
“Oh my Lord.” My words are a tremulous chuckle as I begin to seep back into my skin.
“What’s funny?” he asks as he moves my underwear back in place.
“Oh, just life.” I moan softly as he presses one final kiss there.
I have been busy. Too busy to neglect my needs. Like most things in my life, I tend to these needs myself. I haven’t been involved with a man in longer than I like to admit. Longer than I like to think back on, at any rate. Maybe if I’d known there were men like this out there, I might have broken the seal, so to speak, a little sooner.
You know, while waiting for Tod to fall for me.
It’s not as though he’s been celibate.
“Life does have a way of surprising a person.” His breath is hot through the fine fabric, his thumbs stroking the insides of my thighs. “Thank you,” he adds softly.