Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Setting the bags aside, I walked up behind her, not being subtle about what I was going after. I brushed her hair aside and lowered my nose to her neck, taking in the smell of her like I’d wanted to earlier. She tensed but didn’t pull away, and I took the opportunity to kiss up her neck to her ear.
“God, I missed you.”
“Ian…” she breathed my name like a plea. I didn’t know if it was a plea to stop or a plea to go further, but I knew which one I was going to give her.
I gripped her full hips under my palms and pulled her back against my growing erection. “Just go with it, Carina.”
I continued kissing her neck, moving from small kisses to full-on, making love to it with my tongue. All the while, my hand crept across her abdomen—that did still bear the signs of carrying our child—and descending into her pants.
She gasped and jerked back when my finger slipped through the lips of her pussy and fingered her clit. My cock was impossibly hard and desperate for her. It’d been entirely too long. Thrusting against the curves of her ass, I dipped into her opening and pulled wetness back up to her bud, rubbing harder.
“I want to be inside you, Carina.”
Her throat moved under my mouth with a swallow, and she shook her head. “It’s too soon.”
I was about to argue that it’d been almost a year when she clarified.
“I can’t have sex until six weeks.”
“Fine,” I said before nipping her neck. “Then I’ll settle for hearing you come.”
I played with her clit, using my other hand to move up to her breasts, pulling the cup of her bra aside and thumbing her pebbled tip. She moaned and rocked into my hand. Her fists clenched tight on the counter, her head fallen back on my shoulder.
“Does that feel good, baby?”
“Yes. More.”
I pinched the bundle of nerves between my fingers and rolled it back and forth.
“Ian,” she almost screamed. Almost.
“Come on. You can do better than that.”
“Make me,” she issued the challenge over her shoulder.
“My pleasure.”
I dipped into her wet pussy again and furiously rubbed across her clit, not stopping until her legs shook, and she squeezed my palm between her clenching thighs. Not until I felt her opening throbbing against my fingers. Not until she screamed my name.
Slowing my movements, I peppered kisses down her shoulder and up her neck until she finally controlled her breathing. I was slowly removing my hand from her pants when she jerked away and immediately fell to her knees in front of me.
“Uh, C—Carina.” I stuttered, shocked at her position.
“Shut up, Ian.”
Her hands efficiently unbuckled my pants and tugged them down my hips until my cock sprang free.
“Fuck, I forgot how big you are.”
She was so close to the head of my cock, I could feel the words against my skin, and I shuddered. My legs almost gave out when her tongue slicked across the tip, collecting the drop of precum.
“Show me how much you like it.”
She smirked and held my gaze as she sank down my length and slid back up, achingly slow.
I buried my hand in her hair and gave her my own smirk in return. “Come on, Carina, you can do better than that.”
She repaid my comment by dragging her teeth along my cock and nipping at the end gently. But then she did more than better. She did fan-fucking-tastic. She had my eyes rolling to the back of my head, and my legs damn near giving out.
She used one hand to play with my balls and the other to stroke what her mouth couldn’t cover, which wasn’t much because she was giving it her all to get every inch of me in her mouth. One of these days I’d teach her how to take me into her throat. The thought of her laying on the bed and my cock buried so deep it bulged against her throat, mixed with the sight of her full lips wrapped around my dick was too much.
“I’m gonna come. Are you going to swallow? You going to let me spill my cum in that pretty mouth?”
Without stopping, she cocked a brow, and I growled, gripping her hair tight and fucking her mouth with quick short thrusts until everything zeroed in on the pleasure consuming me. I didn’t want to close my eyes but couldn’t help it. The orgasm was too strong. It’d been way too long since I’d come any other way than my own hand.
She sucked and swallowed, but not fast enough to not have some leak out the corner of her mouth.
“Fuck, that is sexy,” I barely breathed, taking my thumb and wiping away what escaped.
She popped off my cock and took my thumb in her mouth.
“Yes,” I moaned.