Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 136915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
I could see soft curls pressing against the lace of her hipster panties and the lace against her pussy was soaked, so it stuck to her lips and was wedged in her slit. It was such a beautiful sight. I swallowed thickly. Closing my eyes, I breathed her in. She was so lovely and so wet, I was nearing insanity.
When I opened my eyes, Greta was watching me with worry.
I gave her a smile. “Can I pull down your panties as well?”
“Yes please.”
Please. Fucking please. As if she had to beg me to lay her bare. When the tiny piece of lace fluttered to her feet, I allowed myself to take her in. She had a triangle of gentle, black curls crowning perfectly shaped lips. Her little nub was still well hidden but I knew I’d make it peek out soon if Greta only let me. The idea that I might be buried with my face in Greta’s pussy soon was almost enough to make me combust in my fucking pants. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt like this. Sex had been a bothersome necessity for a while. With Greta it almost felt as if I was a fumbling virgin, which couldn’t be further from the truth. Greta stroked along my arm, bringing my attention back to her.
I saw how overwhelmed she was by the situation and so I reined myself in. Tonight my own desires would take a backseat.
I’d waited for this moment for too long. I’d enjoy every second of it. This moment belonged to us. Maybe the world didn’t end, but we didn’t know if and when we’d be able to see each other again. I needed to make tonight count, to give Greta memories she’d carry with herself all her life. Memories that would carry me through the darkness too. I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her mound. I gently guided her back until she sank down on the wide armchair. I kissed her left then her right knee before I met her gaze. Trust and need. I got the latter, not the first.
“Open up for me.”
She elegantly raised her legs and draped them over the arm rests. With her legs parted widely, she offered me a breathtaking view of herself. “I won’t ever forget this moment,” I growled.
“Me neither.”
“I’ll make it unforgettable for you.”
Amo regarded me with a heated look I could feel deep in my belly. I wasn’t shy about my body, but I’d never been this exposed in front of another person. Still, Amo’s amazed and hungry expression gave me confidence to stay like I was, with my legs opened wide, showing Amo that I trusted him and was ready to give myself to him, if only for tonight.
My cheeks heated when Amo moved between my legs, his strong shoulders flexing. He ran his knuckles along the underside of my thighs, then leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the hollow of my ankle, and more heat washed over me. Slowly he kissed his way up my thigh then the crease between my ass cheek and thigh before he drew in another deep breath. I’d never thought he’d be this into my scent. Even I could smell my arousal. He leaned his stubbled cheeks against my inner thigh and began to rub his thumb very lightly over my outer labia, back and forth, before he slid between them to do the same to my more sensitive inner lips. His caress quickly had me breathless and aching to be touched at my pounding clit. As if he could sense it, he began to lightly brush my clit every time he stroked along my folds. I grasped the armrest in a tight grip, then I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the flood of sensations. Amo’s touch, my body’s reaction to it, Amo’s musky scent, my own aroused scent. I needed to black out one sense to stay in control. Amo brushed a kiss against my inner thigh and now his thumb focused on my clit, drawing small circles on it.
“There,” he rumbled. “Good.”
I bit my lip at the appraisal in his voice and opened my eyes, needing to see him. His eyes were focused on his thumb that was still teasing my clit.
“Not hiding anymore. Just a bit more,” he rasped with a smile that sent a pleased shiver through my body.
He leaned down and I held my breath as he parted his lips and lightly nudged my clit with the tip of his tongue.
I moaned, loving this new sensation. Amo’s finger had been soft and gentle, but his tongue was even softer and hot and wet, entirely different. He gently nudged my clit with his tip, until I could feel a rush of more heat and blood. Everything got puffier between my legs. “Good,” Amo repeated and then his lips cupped my clit and I shut my eyes briefly to come to terms with the throbbing spreading through my body at every tug of Amo’s skilled lips.