Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“You smell sweet.” His fingers hook into the top of my panties. “But I bet you taste even sweeter.” He pulls them down my legs, and I stand there in front of him completely naked as he slowly gets up. His eyes roam all over me, taking in every inch of my naked body.
I don’t know how I manage not to shyly cover myself or worry about what he might think. I know I wouldn't care what any other man thought, but with Luca I do. With the possessive way he touches me and the longing in his eyes, it makes me brave. It makes me want to do a twirl so he can see every single inch.
“How the hell am I the only man that’s ever going to lick this pussy?” He stares at me with so much heat in his eyes there might as well be flames.
“First,” I correct him. “No one else has ever asked before, and I’ve got plenty of time.”
He shakes his head and gives me that cocky grin. “I said it right the first time.” His hands grab my hips, and he holds me tight as he claims my mouth in a possessive kiss. Just when my knees become weak, my feet leave the ground as our mouths stay connected. A moment later, I feel him lower me to the cool sheets of the mattress.
Then his mouth is everywhere, and my whole body is on fire with desire. I grip his short hair when he sucks my nipple into his mouth. My back bows off the bed at the sudden unexpected pleasure, and I cry out. When he releases one nipple and goes for the other, I nearly come undone.
“One day I’ll do only this, but right now I have to see you cum.”
“Please,” I agree. “I need it.” I don’t care if I’m begging, at this point I’d make a sign with his name in glitter if that’s what it took for him to get me off.
“What do you need?” I can almost feel him grinning against my stomach and hips as he asks the question and kisses his way down. When I press my lips together, he pauses. “Say it,” he snaps, using that stern voice, and I have no choice but to give in.
“You, I need you.”
“Fuck yeah you do.”
His hands are surprisingly rough as he pulls my legs wider apart to make room for his broad shoulders. This time there’s no teasing or soft kisses. He’s not careful or hesitant as his mouth devours me with hungry need. Each cell of my body alights as he groans and licks. I don’t know if I’ll survive this.
From the sounds he’s making, you’d think he’s the one about to come, and all it does is turn me on. The feel of him on my pussy is hot and wet. I’ve never felt anything so good, and even though I never want him to stop, I don’t know how much longer I can hold back. I wish I could slow this down, but my body is a train speeding down a mountain, and I have lost all control.
“Luca.” My fingers tangle in the sheets. “I-I don’t think I can.” The sensations are too much, hitting me all at once. Am I going to die or orgasm?
“You can and you will.”
He sucks my clit into his mouth with exacting pulls, and I see black spots in the corners of my eyes. My body can’t fight any longer, and I scream out his name as the orgasm burns through me like a searing flame.
Luca doesn’t stop as I nearly black out from the pleasure, and just when I think I can’t take any more, his mouth gentles and oh so slowly kisses my tender skin. My body doesn’t feel like my own as I’m spread out like a jellyfish on the bed. I’m not sure I’m ever going to be able to move again.
He kisses the inside of my thigh softly, and it feels so intimate. Much too personal for a one-night stand. My throat tightens at the thought of this being over by tomorrow, and I blink a few times.
“You still with me, Selma?” When he comes up over me, all I can see are the flecks of gold in his eyes. “You’re not trying to get lost in that head of yours again, are you?”
“No.” I shake my head because I don’t want to think about tomorrow. “I was thinking it’s my turn.”
His eyebrows lift in surprise as I push on his chest. He rolls over onto his back, easily taking me with him so I’m on top. He smiles up at me and brushes some of my curls out of my face. Every time he does it, I feel those pesky butterflies in my stomach.