Claimed by The Detective Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
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“Relax,” I say, smiling. “Didn’t you say you could trust me?”

“I can,” she says. “But, what are you doing on the floor?”

“I said we would hold off on having sex until tomorrow,” I tell her. “I never said I couldn’t give you a little preview.”

“A preview?” she asks, her eyes going wide with wonder.

I shuffle forward until I am close to her knees, slipping a hand between them to push them wide enough that I can plant a kiss on the inside of her knee on one side.

“Let me show you,” I say. “Just sit. You don’t have to do a thing. Just let me show you.”

She relents. I can see the anticipation on her face. Her body relaxes, and at my encouraging nod, she finally rests back against the cushions of the sofa, relaxing.

Perfect.

I turn my head and kiss her knee on the other side, then bring my hands up to hold her knees and caress her skin on the way up her thighs. She gives a small gasp.

I look up to see she is already totally enraptured. I can’t help but smile. If she is this responsive now, I can’t wait until we get to the real thing.

But, given how responsive she is, I want to draw it out for as long as possible and make sure she enjoys every second.

I start tracing my hands in soft circles across her skin, raising goose pimples from her flesh, making her begin to shudder in anticipation of what will be next.

I watch her face all the time I can, so long as it doesn’t get in the way of the kisses I trail along the outside of her leg before returning to the inner knee. I ease her legs open just a little wider to allow my head to fit, planting kisses a little further up her inner thigh.

With each step I take closer to her pussy, she shudders just a little. I check on her carefully, making sure they are shudders of anticipation and pleasure, not fear or discomfort. I’m so hard already that my dick is aching, but I ignore it.

She needs my attention now, and the memories we are making now will fuel me later.

I push her legs open just a little bit more. Again, I’m conscious that this is new to her and will make her feel a little more exposed each time, and I want to play into that.

Each time, I can move my head along and kiss her higher up her thighs, the closer I get to the bundle of nerves that must be standing to attention right now.

Each time the anticipation only grows, and her skin gets more sensitive, meaning that every kiss and every flick of my tongue over her skin will feel more and more maddening.

When I push her legs apart the final distance to allow me easy access to her pussy, she actually whimpers. I look up and see her eyes, the need, and the desire.

Her fingers are clutching the side of the sofa already, hands turning into fists as if she needs something to anchor her to reality.

I lift my hands and slip them over the lace of her panties, teasing her and toying with the fabric before slipping my fingers beneath them over her hips. Her breath hitches as I lift and then begin to pull, slowly moving them down over her hips.

I unveil her before me like a prize, like unwrapping a present, keeping the pace slow even as the fabric comes away from her wet pussy and slides down her legs, knowing that sensory contact is still all-important.

I see a flush on her face, and I consider the fact that I am probably the first man to ever see her naked pussy like this. I get even harder at the thought as if that were possible.

I can’t help but lick my lips as I look at her. She is perfectly proportioned, glistening with heat, ready for me to dive in and taste her.

I don’t do it right away, even though I want her so badly. I work my way along the inner part of her thighs with my kisses, making sure to build up the pressure to send her into such a frenzy that she will be at a fever pitch before I even put my mouth on her.

Finally, I turn my head and slide my hands under her ass to lift her a little, bringing her hips closer to me, and I put out my tongue to taste her.

Exactly as I expected, she tastes divine.

More divine than anything, though, is the way her hips buck in surprise at the contact. Her hand moves from gripping the sofa to gripping my shirt at my shoulder. Her body quivers and opens to me like a flower – her legs parting more, hips relaxing up, straining toward me.



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