Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
He slides off the table and his bare feet hit the tiled floor with a soft thud. I tilt my head to look up at him, unsure what he’s about to do. I know what I want him to do, but I refuse to get my hopes up. With a small step, he crowds my body and his fingers hook under my chin, nudging my face to the angle he desires. Then, his lips press to mine again.
We kissed. He thought it was a mistake. Now he’s here again, unable to keep from kissing me.
I slide my oily hands up his chest, allowing myself to touch his nipples. Nothing is professional about this. Or moral for that matter. We’re crossing all kinds of lines, but at least we’re doing it together.
His hand moves to the side of my neck and his thumb caresses me along my jaw. It’s tender yet possessive. I love being held like I belong to him.
Only took a couple of decades.
The kiss intensifies and then he nips at my bottom lip. I gasp each time he grinds his rock-hard cock against my belly. He pulls away from my lips only to trail soft kisses to my ear. There, he whispers hotly.
“Can I massage you now?”
Fire burns like lava in my belly. I nod because my throat is dry, unable to form words. He brings his hands to my waist, hooks his thumbs into the elastic of my pants, and then pushes them and my panties down my thighs to my knees. He bends to squirt some of the oil from my container on my belt into his hand. The cool air kisses my naked pussy and I tremble with anticipation.
His mouth crashes back to mine, kissing me harder and more urgently than before. I moan into him when his slick fingers tentatively touch my pussy. It’s as if he’s afraid of ruining it. If only he know how much I want that.
“Touch me,” I breathe out, whimpering in need. “Please.”
He growls and his fingers slip along my slit, spreading my pussy lips apart. The slickness of them as they rub over my clit is dizzying causing my knees to buckle.
“No, sweetheart,” he growls. “We can’t have you falling.”
His hand leaves the place that throbs for him and he grips my waist with both of them. I allow myself to be manhandled and eased onto the table. I’ve been on these things lots of times before when one of my co-workers gives me a massage. Never eagerly anticipating an orgasm given to me by my stepbrother. My core throbs wildly.
He tugs my pants and panties down to my ankles, but can’t fully remove them because of my sneakers. His fingers reverently stroke up over my shins, knees, and then thighs, making me shiver in anticipation.
“Spread your thighs a bit. You have the room?” His eyes are impossibly dark in here. It makes me feel like I’m being pursued by a handsome villain.
“Y-Yes.”
I slide my feet up and allow my knees to drop to the sides, exposing myself as much as possible in such limiting conditions. If I knew I was going to get fingered by my stepbrother today, I’d have at least shaved or wore cute panties. He’s not interested in all that, though. His body nearly thrums with ravenous hunger for me. I’ve never seen him like this before and it makes me jealous how many other women over the years who’ve been able to see it.
He dips down and finds my lips with his again. The kiss he gives me is claiming. When his fingers slide along my clit this time, I’m safe and able to take whatever it is he wants to give me. Eric is clearly an expert because he doesn’t need to rub at my clit for long. Soon, I’m whimpering and breathing heavily against his mouth, aching for the orgasm to hit. No one’s ever used oil on me like this just for clitoral stimulation. If he gives this much attention to such a small thing, I bet he’s the most generous lover in bed.
That thought has me jolting with a stifled cry as my orgasm seizes me. I jolt and thrash as the pleasure pulsates through every nerve ending in my body. He rubs slower and slower as if easing me off my high. It’s perfect.
But it’s not enough.
A soft knock on the door has us both freezing, eyes going wide.
“Y-Yes,” I call out, hoping to inject a professional tone.
“I think time got away from you, Clara. Your next appointment time was five minutes ago and the client is waiting.”
“Shoot. I am so sorry. Give me five minutes please.”
“Sure thing.”
As soon as she steps away, Eric strides over to his clothes. I close my thighs and then slide off the table, still shuddering from pleasure. Quickly, I jerk up my pants and panties. I snag a hot, wet towel from the steam cabinet and chuck it over to Eric. He catches it and cleans off his hand. While he finishes dressing, I rush through gathering all the used bedding and towels.