Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 136743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 684(@200wpm)___ 547(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 684(@200wpm)___ 547(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
“Soledad,” he rasps behind me. “If I had known you were wearing this thong, we’d already be fucking on my kitchen table. There’s no way I could have waited.”
I’d forgotten. The dress fits so closely, and I hadn’t wanted panty lines. I’m forming the words to explain, but I yelp at the wet heat of his mouth on the curve of my ass.
“Judah!”
I twist my head to peer at him over my shoulder, and my knees go completely weak. He’s kneeling, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open on one generous globe of my butt. He rains kisses over it, licks the curve, coaxes the strip of silk down until it slides around my ankles, joining the dress and bra in a silky heap at my feet.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mumbles, squeezing my butt, sucking it, licking it. “This ass.”
His hand disappears between my legs.
“Ahhh!” I gasp when two big fingers slip over my clit, rubbing me and exploring my pussy freely. I can’t even be embarrassed at the sounds in the quiet room, the sounds of my sloppy wet pussy as he strokes me. His fingers leave me for a moment, and when I peer at him over my shoulder again, both fingers are in his mouth.
“You taste…” He stands, coming around to face me, bending to put his shoulder at my waist and lifting. I’m in the air before I even know what’s happening, dangling over his back.
“Judah!” I half laugh, half protest. “Put me down.”
He drops me onto the bed, and I bounce a little, which makes me giggle. I sound like a giddy virgin. I feel like one, instead of the forty-year-old mother of three who has done this half my life.
“You, Soledad Charles,” he says, standing between my knees at the foot of the bed, famished eyes roving over my naked body, “are fantastic.”
I let my eyes run down the length of my body, and I can’t help but notice the imperfections. All the ways I’m not fantastic. The stretch marks from three kids. A bit of a mommy pouch that no amount of ab work will make go away. The skin around my belly button, a little looser than the rest, that only a scalpel would dispatch.
None of it seems to matter to Judah, who kneels at the foot of the bed to unzip one sharp-toed ankle boot and then the other. He kisses the arch of my foot, licks up my calf, sucks the inner skin of my thigh until he reaches the core of me.
“I’ve waited for this.” His voice goes even deeper and rougher than usual. I meet his lust-drugged eyes over the tiny tuft of hair—
HAIR!
Dear God, no.
“Um, Judah.” I squeeze my knees together. “I haven’t done this in a long time, ya know?”
“I know.” He nudges my knees an inch apart. “And it’s been a lot longer for me.”
“Uh-huh.” I snap my knees back together. “I just… but I… the thing is I didn’t know this was happening.”
He coaxes my knees apart, hope in the eyes that meet mine again. “But now it is, right?”
“Yes, but I didn’t… I haven’t waxed.” I slide my eyes away from him, flick them up to the tray ceiling.
“I want you however you come.”
My eyes zip back to his. My breath hitches, and a hot lump swells in my throat. I try to swallow but can’t, and a little whimper escapes my lips.
“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart,” he says, running a palm up and down my calf. “I would hack through a forest to get to this pussy, and I’ve waited long enough.”
As soon as I open, he drags me to the edge of the bed, until my ass is almost hanging off, and takes my legs over his shoulders. His fingers peel me back and then his mouth is on me. He groans, grunts, slurps. He bites, sucks, invades. It is thorough, like Judah is in all things. There is not an inch of me left dry when he’s done. I’m dripping, screaming, straining to get away because it feels unbearably good, but he holds me in place and eats me out until I come so hard the blood pounds in my ears and my clit throbs. This orgasm hits my system hard, and I’m so drunk on it, I’m barely lucid. He licks at the slickness between my legs, his hunger building again as he bends my knees up so my heels hang at the edge of the bed. I’m delirious, so limp and half out of my mind, I barely think about how exposed I am. The cool air on the hot, wet strip of flesh revives me long enough to see him, rubbing the insides of my thighs and dipping his head to start all over.
“I can’t, Judah,” I moan. “Not again.”