Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
He skims his fingers over my wet shoulders and maneuvers me so that my back is to him. I close my eyes and inhale deeply, waiting for the sting of his teeth against my skin. A shaky breath slips free when my top comes loose and my breasts are bared.
My nipples instantly jut out, hardening even more when I shift and one of the jets blasts a gushing rush of heat right against my chest.
“So…your bikini is dunzo,” Ben whispers into my neck. “What should I bite next?”
I twist around to look at him. “Are you going to do that all night?”
“Do what?”
“Narrate.”
“Why, does it turn you on?”
I mull it over. “I’m actually pretty indifferent to it.”
“Indifferent? No woman of mine is ever allowed to feel indifference in my presence, babe.”
No woman of mine?
Before I can figure that one out, Ben brushes a light kiss over my lips. “Trust me, babe, by the time I’m finished with you, you’re going to love my narration.” Then he reaches down and cups my breasts. “Now hush. Your tits require my attention.”
A jolt of desire streaks across my belly and settles into an impatient throb between my legs.
With a roguish smile, he dips lower into the water and sucks one of my nipples between his lips. A breath blows out of my mouth and dissolves into the steam rising from the hot tub. Ben’s tongue begins a torturous assault on my nipples, licking and swirling, sucking and nipping. Each time the scrape of his teeth brings a delicious sting of pain, he licks and kisses it away, driving me crazy with need, until I give a primitive cry and sink under the water like a lump of clay.
With a chuckle, he grabs my hips and raises me up. “I think it’s time for my fingers to get involved,” he says with a decisive nod.
The bubbles from the jets restrict me from seeing his hand, but I sure as hell feel it. Feel his fingers running down my slit, feel his thumb rubbing circles over my clit.
The throbbing grows worse. “No fingers,” I choke out. “I need more.”
“Sorry, we haven’t reached that part of the narrative yet.” He offers an apologetic shrug and continues his exploration of my pussy.
I groan and fumble for the waistband of his trunks. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.” He skillfully pushes my roaming hand away. “And stop interfering.”
I almost bristle at his commanding tone, but the hunger swarming his gaze stops me. It’s obvious he wants me, and for a girl who’s never been wanted all her life, I experience a sense of pride from his lust-filled expression.
I grip his broad shoulders and rock my hips to meet the wicked thrusts of his fingers. I’m all but riding his hand, and the orgasm hits me hard and fast, a wave of pleasure rippling through my body as I clamp my lips together to stop from crying out. I gasp for air, inhaling a cloud of steam that warms my cheeks. Heat consumes my body, heat from the fire of pleasure between my legs, from the water surrounding my body, and the island breeze kissing my face.
“So, I think—” Ben starts.
“No more talking,” I order, rising from the tub on unsteady feet.
“Where are you going?”
“Inside. Where I’m going to lie naked on the bed. And you’re going to follow me, and take those damn trunks off, and then we’re going to fuck each other’s brains out.” I roll my eyes. “How’s that for a narrative?”
Ben grins. Without another word, he pinches my bare ass and chases me into the bungalow. As I promised, I stretch out on the bed, naked and wet, watching as he reaches for the waistband of his swim trunks. A second later, he’s gloriously naked, all tanned skin and hard muscle and tattoos. And his dick is so hard, my inner muscles give an involuntary clench.
The teasing light leaves his blue eyes, replaced with another dose of pure, unrestrained hunger. I shiver under his hot stare, feeling like Little Red Riding Hood about to be consumed whole by the big bad wolf.
He sheathes himself with a condom that seems to materialize out of nowhere. Then he lowers himself on top of me and rubs the tip of his cock over my swollen pussy.
“Maggie,” he rasps.
I wait for him to say something more, but he doesn’t. Instead, he tangles one hand in my damp hair, places the other on my hip, and kisses me at the same time he drives deep inside me.
My body stretches to accommodate him, and I instantly squeeze my muscles around his shaft and arch my hips to bring him deeper. He groans and digs his fingers into my waist, then slides all the way out only to pump right back in with a greedy thrust. My gaze strays to his biceps, where his tats seem to vibrate each time he flexes.