Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
I kept kissing her mouth, let her hands roam my shoulders and back as she reached to get her hands on my bare skin. She broke the kiss for a moment to look at my chest, to pull away, ogle me, and just put her mouth on my abs, kissing and licking. It felt too good.
My cock twitched eagerly. I reached down and took her hand in mine and laced our fingers together. Let her feel the intimacy of my fingers between hers, the tender flesh there yielding to me. I picked up her hand and kissed it. She looked at me then, a mix of besotted and frustrated that made me want to laugh.
I wanted her grinning, satisfied, walking around sure of her own strength and potential. Anything I could do to make that a reality, I was fully ready to get down on my knees and do. Until then, I kissed her hand and felt her body go loose and pliant. I bent her head back over my arm and took her mouth with as much passion as I’d ever made love to anyone else. Tingles raced down my chest as we kissed, open-mouthed and sensuous, urgent in the way we tore at each other’s clothes.
Her left breast, the one exposed above her tank top, bounced as we undressed each other. I couldn’t resist any longer. I dipped my head and devoured it, took as much of her breast in my mouth as possible, licking and sucking. My palm on her back pushed her closer, arched her deeper into my mouth. Insatiable, I nipped, kissed, and bit at her sensitive flesh as she writhed and twisted in my arms.
Jasmine flung her arms and legs both around me and kissing my neck. I clutched her to me, giving myself up to pure sensation. I groaned as I shrugged my sleeves off. She made short work of opening my jeans and reaching in, her hand closing around my aching shaft and pulling it free. With one tentative stroke, she had me standing at attention, precum dripping between her fingers.
She met my eyes as she worked her hand up and down my length, squeezing, stroking, rubbing the hot liquid that leaked from the head all around. I shifted and bucked at her touch, incapable of remaining still under the onslaught of sensation.
We were so close, the dark head of my cock slick and throbbing perhaps an inch from her but separated by her panties. I was seeing spots, so far gone I couldn’t think how to get her panties off of her without having to stand up. She was wiser than I because she kissed the corner of my mouth again and whispered, “Rip them off.”
My body jolted at her words, red heat coursing through my blood and roaring in my ears. The eroticism of tearing off her clothes nearly broke me. My fingers dug into the narrow slip of lace, jerked and they came away in scraps in my hand. She grinned at me, leaned in and bit my neck.
I palmed the back of her head and kissed her, bearing her down onto her back. We were skin on skin, bare and hot, and I was determined to make sure she was ready for me. I had promised her foreplay and she’d get it if it killed me. My eyes boring into hers, I trailed one finger from her bottom lip over her chin, down her neck and drew a line from her collarbone between her heaving breasts, over her navel, and down to the spot where a nest of dark curls began between her thighs.
Those curls enticed me, I felt the mist of dampness against my stomach. Never breaking eye contact, I lifted my left hand and licked it before sliding it between her legs. She moaned and bucked into my hand involuntarily. I fingered her, stroked her, petted her. Then I tucked two fingers into her and curled them toward me like a hook. Her hips rose off the couch like she was levitating and she ground into me, screaming once as the pleasure took her. I felt her inner muscles bear down and her thighs clamped shut around my wrist, trying to endure the pleasure that drove her to desperation.
Shaking, she came down from it, her body slowly uncoiling. I nuzzled her breast, kissed it, kept fingering her until I had her legs jerking and her fingers scrabbling for purchase on my back, in my hair. Then, when she was near in a frenzy, I pulled my fingers out of her. I pushed up enough to notch my cock right where I wanted it and shoved my hips forward and up, driving into her and striking the same place inside her that made her scream, thrusting against it again.