Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“OK,” I finally said, though every protective instinct in me screamed against it. “But not alone. I’ll be with you and you will obey me to the letter. Without hesitation. This is something I absolutely will not bend on.”
A smile broke across her face, lighting up her features in a way that made my heart thump painfully against my ribs. Even though she looked happy, two tears overflowed from her eyes and tracked down her cheeks. How had this woman, so gentle and broken, become the center of my every fucking thought? Her lower lip trembled and it took everything I had not to lean in and kiss her until she was so dazed she couldn’t feel anything but contentment. And pleasure.
I could see the pulse at her throat beating madly. Her breathing was rapid too. When she parted her lips and her gaze dropped to my mouth, I nearly gave in to the temptation to kiss her.
Turns out, I didn’t have to kiss her. Annie put her hands on my shoulders gingerly, sliding them up to twine her arms around my neck. She pressed her wet, naked body against mine and pulled herself up to find my lips with hers.
Like her touch, her kiss was tentative. She brushed my lips with hers but she didn’t seem to know what to do next. I opened my mouth and gave her lips a soft lick.
Annie gasped in a breath, her hold on me tightening. Then she mimicked my movement, her little tongue darting out to lap at my lips.
I let her explore, not hurrying her or taking things any deeper than that simple kiss. It didn’t take long for her to get bolder and she met my tongue with hers, even letting it slip inside my mouth in a gentle exploration.
When she finally let herself slide back down my body, she looked equally aroused and frustrated. I smiled down at her and brushed my thumb along her bottom lip. Without thought, I pressed my thumb between her lips. She opened and I slid the digit into her mouth.
“Suck.” I gave the command in a low rumble. I could barely get the word out, and the second her lips closed around my thumb and she obeyed my order, my knees nearly buckled. It was an innocent thing that shouldn’t have felt that good. But the only thought in my mind at that particular moment was how good it would feel if she replaced my thumb with my cock. So, yeah. I might not act on it, in fact, there was no way I’d ever make that kind of move on her -- maybe not ever unless it was her idea -- but I was still going to hell.
“That’s my girl.”
She hummed happily, her eyes sliding shut like she was in some kind of trance. Occasionally, she blinked slowly. Her gaze always found mine and she looked at me with such trust it humbled me.
Finally, I removed my thumb from her mouth and picked up the shower gel again and handed it to her. “Wash me.”
She shivered, leaning closer to me. I kissed the top of her head and she pulled back. Annie squirted a good amount of the liquid soap into her palm before setting aside the bottle. She rubbed her hands together, then turned her palms over and hovered over my chest, hesitating to actually touch me.
“You’ve already kissed me, girl. Those pretty tits were mashed against my chest, so it shouldn’t be any problem for you to touch me with your hands.”
She giggled. “Well, when you put it like that.” Annie placed both palms on my chest and slowly rubbed my skin in large circles with both hands. A trail of soapy bubbles was left in her wake as the shower gel foamed as she rubbed.
Her gentle exploration moved to my shoulders and arms. Lips parted, tongue dabbing at her bottom lip hungrily, Annie proceeded to torture me for several minutes. She soaped my chest and the upper part of my abs once more. More than once, I caught her peeking at my cock. More than once, I thought she might have the courage to touch. Perhaps not yet, but she would get there. It would take patience and encouragement, but she’d get there. Probably quicker than I thought.
“Will you wash me?” She tried to look like my answer didn’t matter to her, but it was obvious it did. The only question was, did she want me to touch her, or was she doing what she thought I wanted her to do?
“Do you want me to?”
She nibbled at her bottom lip and I nearly groaned. Now wasn’t the time. I wasn’t some horny teenager. I was forty-eight fucking years old. I thought I was past being this turned on, too jaded to really give a fuck about sex as more than a simple release a few times a week. For some reason, with this girl, there was a primal need inside me to claim her. To make her mine and never let her outta my sight.