Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 84930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
And tension.
Plenty of that, too.
I let my head tip back against him and just breathe. I tilt my neck when he continues to kiss it, water up to my chest, skin dewy and moist, beads of water dripping from my arms.
We fit perfectly together and always have.
His lips move from the nape of my neck, to the side of my neck. Just below my ear, nibbling at the lobe.
My jawline.
I turn my face, and our mouths meet, his hands unclasp from in front of me and spread over my belly, thumbs stroking the underside of my breasts.
Every nerve in my body tingles.
His hands are huge. They feel amazing, and it’s been so long. I’m not desperate for any touch. I’m desperate for his.
We kiss, open-mouthed and wet, his hands sliding to cup my breasts until I want to drag one down and put it between my legs. It feels so good I want to weep.
I want to turn my body and straddle him. Feel the length of his cock against my pussy. I’m so turned on I can’t kiss him enough.
Apparently, he’s had enough too.
Abruptly breaking the kiss, Jack pushes to stand, water cascading off his hot, firm body. Reaching for my hand, he pulls me up, too.
“Come here.” He hauls me up out of the water, and I’m convinced we’re both going to slip and fall and crack our skulls open on the tile floor. But he scoops me up before I can protest and carries me in his arms across the bathroom to the bedroom, setting me in the center of the bed.
He crawls onto the bed after me, pushing my legs apart, palms holding my knees.
“Oh my god,” I moan when his tongue licks between them. “Oh my god.”
“God, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about going down on you.” His fingers play with my folds, spreading them apart.
“Really?” I prop myself up so I can look at his face.
“Yes. I thought about it all day today. Now stop talking and lie back.”
I want to die.
I want to die like this.
It’s heaven.
It hardly takes anything for my body to react. It’s been so long since a man has gone down on me that I’m basically a sure thing. I swear I would come a dozen times if he stayed down there like this, licking and sucking my way into heaven.
Turns out, he doesn’t have to because it barely takes much.
I’m moaning and groaning, head thrashing back and forth against the comforter when my orgasm hits, my entire body shaking. Jack absolutely has to keep my legs apart when I come because it hits me so hard.
Breathlessly, I lie there, spread out, his face still between my legs, leisurely stroking my inner thigh as if it were a marvel, clearly enjoying his view.
I enjoy it too. Jack’s tight ass propped up behind him, squatters glutes and hips.
Wide shoulders and sinewy biceps.
The top of his head. His thick hair between my fingers.
We’re damp and naked, getting the comforter wet.
I wonder how he can lie like that and if his dick hurts pressed into the mattress. If I should blow him to alleviate the problem. But Jack is making no move to continue the foreplay—no moves to have sex or climb on top of me.
It seems he only wants to cuddle. “Let’s get under the covers.”
JACK
I can do nothing but stare at Penelope, reaching for the clip in her hair and removing it so her hair falls down around her shoulders.
I want to run my fingers through it.
The sun has long gone down, and the room is dark. We’ve been in the bathroom since we got back from dinner, my clothes and her dress in a heap on the cold tile floor. We can get to that later after we’ve slept. Our wake-up call will come early enough given the football game I have to play at noon but leave for much earlier.
We’re drier now but still naked. I am one lucky SOB that I didn’t slip on the water and kill us both when I carried her in here, but it was well worth the risk.
Having her in my arms again?
Better than I could have imagined—and trust me, I’ve imagined it often.
Every waking hour and every second of my sleep, I can’t get her out of my mind.
My hand caresses her cheek, and she scoots closer to kiss me on the lips, her hand going to my hip.
I’m still hard, dick still throbbing—but tonight isn’t about me or having sex. It wasn’t even my intention to go down on Penelope, but she’s so sexy I couldn’t stop myself once my hands were on her wet tits in the tub. I had no control over myself, climbing out like that and taking her with me.
Now we’re lying here staring into each other’s eyes, covered by the thick blankets, my fingers running through her hair. She smiles into my hand when I cup her cheek.