Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
I don't know whether I should feel relieved or frustrated.
My weight shifts on the bed, my hips flexing up, my cock scraping against her body, looking for relief as she slowly makes her way back up, her mouth taking much the same path as it did on her way down.
Her stomach presses against my cock, and it becomes very apparent just how much I'm leaking for her with the wetness cooling on my skin.
"You were going to come," she whispers as she pops her head out from under the blanket.
"I was," I quickly agree. "That mouth of yours should be illegal."
Her eyes sparkle as she smiles, and I would never push the issue. After what she has been through, she needs to be in control, and I'd let her edge me for the rest of my life if it made her happy.
"This one?" she whispers, the pointer finger of her right hand running over her lower lip.
"Come here," I urge, reaching down and grabbing her shoulders so I can pull her mouth to mine.
There was more than one moment in time, once after she left the conference room the other day and again when I wasn't sure what Henry's plan was for her, that I thought I'd never get the chance to kiss her again.
Doing so now, feeling her skin against mine, her tongue sweeping over mine, giving as much as she's taking, brings a million emotions to the surface. I'll fight to keep this woman every single second of every day if I have to, but with the way her hands are running over my skin, her body rolling against mine, I know that we won't spend much time fighting at all.
I know there will be battles, but I imagine they'll be outside forces rather than sparring between us.
I smile as I flip us, rolling her onto her back. She squeals in delight, her hands reaching out to grip me.
I could easily pull my hips back and press forward, sinking to the hilt inside of her, but there will be plenty of time for that. I want her insane with pleasure and begging me for more before we get to that point.
I won't rush with her. Not now, not in thirty years. She deserves patience and time. There will be times when fast pleasure and quick orgasms will be exactly what each of us needs, but not our first time together.
I nip at her skin, much the same way she did me, paying attention first to that sensitive part just below her ear before working my way lower.
"I never would've gotten any sleep if I'd known you'd taken your shirt off," I whisper against her breastbone before turning my head to the right and tracing her nipple with the very tip of my tongue.
"I managed to wait an hour after waking up before attacking you," she says, humor in her voice.
"Never wait," I say, sucking her nipple into my mouth and nipping the tip.
The way her back arches forces me to press my hips forward, driving my erection into the bed in search of relief.
Jesus, I never want this to change. I want to yearn for her always.
"Wake me up, always," I say as I lift my eyes to hers, letting her nipple slowly fall from my lips. "Promise me."
"I promise," she says quickly. "Don't stop."
I lower my head again, smiling against her skin.
I focus all of my attention on her sensitive breasts until she's squirming beneath me, and only then do I move lower, my teeth scraping over her stomach on my way to the real prize.
Her breath catches, stomach concave with anticipation as I brush my lips over her swollen clit. The scent of her surrounds me, and I swear she has the ability to bring a dying man back to life.
Running my tongue right up the center of her, I have to run my arms under her thighs and clamp my hands against her skin to hold her in place. Otherwise, I'd have to chase her pussy, and I need it too much right now to have to fight for the taste of her on my tongue.
Her flavor bursts on my tongue, and I don't hesitate for a second to swallow her down.
She whimpers, her hands tangling in my hair. When I look up, tongue flexing against that most sensitive part of her body, I see her with her hand clamped over her mouth, and for the first time since moving to Vegas I hate the idea of other people in the house.
I want her fully free, unashamed, with nothing holding her reactions back. I want her screams of pleasure echoing off the walls, my name on her lips as she begs me for more.
I draw her clit into my mouth, pulsing the suction until her back is flexing off of the mattress, fingers practically ripping my hair from my head before I press two fingers against her slit.