Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 152666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 763(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 509(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 763(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 509(@300wpm)
This had to be a product of my imagination. No one I’d ever met could seem to get it right, even with instruction.
“More,” I groaned, balancing on one hand so that I could hook the thumb of the other in the waistline of my trousers. I peeled the fabric down to my hip.
The stranger’s hand paused for a moment, indecisive, and then he stepped closer in a rush as though he couldn’t help himself. His foot scraped against the ground. He grabbed my trousers with two hands and yanked them down.
The night air washed over my bared skin. His palms slid down my outer thighs. One of his knees hit the dirt behind me. Then the other. Soft lips glanced across my flesh, his kisses gentle, his grip on my legs hard.
His mouth didn’t waste time like his hands had. His tongue parted my core, tasting immediately, sending me down to brace my weight on my forearms. His growl of pleasure nearly undid me. He licked up to my asshole and circled, the sensation tickling a little yet strangely pleasureful. He backed off for a moment and I could hear movement behind me, the air disturbed, before feeling his hands grip my hips from below and lifting.
I gasped, walking myself back with my hands as he pulled my hips. My knees hit the dirt again, my shins resting against big shoulders, and I realized I was now straddling his face. He pulled me down like he was starving for me, taking my clit into his mouth and twirling his tongue around it as he sucked in pulses.
“Holy . . . fuck-ing . . . shit.” My mouth dropped open in a silent scream.
His fingers rubbed along my wet pussy, his growl deep and low at my obvious arousal, before delving in. They curved exactly right, rubbing firmly. He sucked in perfect synchronicity.
“Holy . . .” My hips jerked of their own accord. “Holy . . .” I had zero control of my body right now. Drug or no drug, I would not have climbed off this ride for my life. “Holy—“
I couldn’t catch my breath. I couldn’t get my bearings. Pleasure coursed through me in a growing swell. I clawed at the ground, overcome. No one had ever been this good. Ever. We had clearly entered my wildest dreams.
I was going to find more Moonfire Lily if it killed me.
“Almost . . .” I was right on the edge, tensing up now, riding his face with abandon. If I suffocated him . . . Well, he will have died of noble causes.
His teeth scraped my sensitive flesh and I blasted apart, swearing, yelling, shuddering against him. My mind went completely blank and all I knew was pleasure, taking me to a place I hadn’t yet been.
As it settled, I drooped over him, my body tingling. He kept going lightly, his ministrations languid now, his tongue moving slowly. When he was sure I was thoroughly over my climax, he gently lifted me again so he could crawl out from under me. I didn’t bother moving, still focused on the pleasant aftershocks making me shiver.
His hand gripped my shoulder and he tugged gently to get me to straighten up before his touch and his body heat disappeared from behind me. My trousers were still secured around my knees, restraining my movement. The cool air kissed my wet core, a sharp reminder that I was bared to the night.
He circled to my front and I let my eyes drift open, finding three things that startled me. One was that the emberflies had returned to drift slowly around us, like our own personal sea of stars. The second was that the blackness had receded just enough that I could make out shapes. There was no more moonlight seeping through the dense canopy than before, no other lights to help; it was that I could just barely see in the darkness. And what I saw was number three.
The stranger stood before me, tall and broad, with wide shoulders and a distinctly V-shaped frame. Bumpy arms and bulging legs indicated well cut muscles, and his strong stance and aura of confidence more than hinted at his power and authority. I half wanted to see more detail, to see the plane of his face and ascertain the look in his eyes. Another part of me, though, found it strangely more arousing with the blank canvas. With the mystery surrounding this man.
He moved, bending a bit, a hand coming slowly toward my face. His thumb and forefinger gripped my chin. He pulled just so, opening my mouth. His hand left my chin and slid along my cheek to the side of my head. He pushed his hips forward until soft flesh butted up against my lips.
My stomach swirled with the uncontrollable need to taste him. To drink him in and swallow him down, to savor the feel of his flesh in my hands. I wanted to make him as mindless and sated as he’d made me.