Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
I stroked him once, loving the way his body shivered in anticipation of more, before freeing him from his pants.
His own hand went back, finding his wallet, then pulling out a foil.
As his fingers left me, my free hand moved, sliding between my thighs, working my clit, a bold move that had Nino’s already heated gaze going molten.
My hand moved away from his cock as he opened the foil, and my gaze was on his face as he protected us.
Finished, he didn’t come right to me, instead taking a step back, watching me as I worked myself, as I started to drive myself up once again.
It wasn’t until I let out a little whimper that he moved forward again, grabbing my hand by the wrist, and yanking it out of my skirt. But he kept pulling until my fingers were by his face. His lips parted and he sucked them in, tasting me, licking me off my fingers.
He released me then as he yanked my panties off, then moved inward until his cock was pressing against my cleft, making my hips do a little involuntary grind against him.
His hips rocked a few times, the friction dragging little whimpers out of me, before he was shifting his cock down, pressing against the entrance to my body for one long, almost pained moment, before surging inside.
Our breaths hissed inward as he filled me, as my walls tightened around him, inviting him in.
“Fuck,” Nino hissed, his forehead pressing to mine as he tried to pull himself together.
I understood that too well, feeling nearly pulled apart myself.
His hand went back, grabbing my leg, and cocking it up around his hips, arching me up a bit to meet him as he started to move inside of me.
Slow, gentle, at first, then harder and faster as the need for release started to overtake us entirely, until there was nothing in the world but his body inside mine, driving both of us up toward that perfect oblivion.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he groaned as my walls got tighter and tighter around him. “Come for me,” he added.
Then, as if I’d been seeking permission all along, the orgasm thundered through my system, leaving me crying out as the pleasure pulsed through me.
“Fuck,” Nino growled, fucking me harder, faster, deeper, driving me through it, dragging it out, then slamming deep at the end of it, coming with my name hissing from between his lips.
I clung to him after, not caring about being clingy, just needing the closeness, the connection, something stable to hold onto because I felt like the universe had just imploded inside of me.
His own arms went around me, holding me to him as our breathing and heart rates started to slow to normal, as composure returned to our bodies.
In the end, I was the one to pull away first, but only to slide my hands up his arms, then grab him by the back of the neck, to pull him down for a kiss.
Long and deep and sweet.
No expectation.
Just intimacy.
Then he was sliding out of me, and turning away, likely to deal with the condom.
Not entirely trusting my legs just yet, I flung my skirt outward to give me a little modesty again.
As for my breasts, well, those were on full display when he walked back in from the bathroom, pants and shirt all buttoned up, looking like the perfect gentleman once again.
He stopped short, gaze moving over me for a long moment. When his eyes were on my face again, a sexy little smirk was toying with his lips.
“Stay exactly like that,” he told me, making a little giggle bubble up and burst out of me.
“What? All through dinner?”
“Dinner. Dessert. After dessert drinks. In fact, if you can just be topless from this point on, that’d be perfect.”
“Really? At work too? I imagine the tips might increase,” I teased, making a little chuckle move through him.
“Let me clarify,” he said, coming closer, all the way until his body pressed into my legs until they parted around him again. “I want you topless. For my eyes, and my eyes only,” he told me, tipping up my chin with his forefinger. “How’s that work for you?”
“I think I can get behind that,” I agreed. “I mean, you are cooking me dinner,” I added.
“Shit, yeah,” he said, and his look was a little guilty. “Kind of forgot about that, huh?”
“Maybe. But now my appetite is even bigger than before, so hop to it,” I demanded, giving his ass a little slap for emphasis.
“Well, then, I better get to it,” he said, giving my lips one hard kiss, then turning to get back to his dough.
“Can I help with anything?” I asked, watching as he finished cutting the dough, then grabbed the cheese mix, and started to place little dollops on the squares he’d created.