Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 149209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Bethany sits up and slides her way down my body until her ass is perched on my thighs. I gotta say, the view is spectacular. Plush pink breasts sit high above her narrow rib cage and the long, lean line of her torso. Her cute little belly button peeks above the waistband of her jeans that cling to every dip and curve.
But she doesn’t notice my perusal. She’s too busy gaping at me. “How much time do you spend in the gym? I thought abs like these were for celebrities and bodybuilders.”
I laugh. But before I can answer, her finger traces the line bisecting my abdominals from stern to naval. Her jolt of a touch makes my flesh quiver with electricity.
My breaths pick up speed when her fingers wander south of my waistband. Slowly, she drags one curious finger past the button fastening my jeans, then down to my fly, until she’s tracing the ridge of my aching cock.
I buck as if she burned me. I’m so aroused that my skin feels as if it’s on fire. How can she undo me with one itty-bitty touch? “Fuck…”
“Do you want to?”
When she drags her finger back up my engorged shaft, I can’t follow her question. “Want to what?”
“Fuck.” She bites her lip, and I can tell she’s nervous. “Me, I mean.”
Does she think there’s any way at all this doesn’t end with me on top of her, plowing deep inside her, making her feel every inch of me?
I grab her wrist to stop her wandering fingers. “Oh, yeah. I want you naked, panting, and wailing for me.”
With a shaking breath, she wrenches free and attacks my fly, practically tearing away my button and clawing at my zipper.
After my last trip to the gym, I wore my spare pair of clean underwear, so once she yanks my fly open, my bare cock all but springs into her eager hands.
The feel of her fingers wrapping around me is mind-bending, spine-melting. Incredible. “Oh, my god…”
She strokes every bit of my length she can reach, fingertips skimming the sensitive head. A tremor quakes me. I know it’s been a long while since I had sex, but even after my longest dry spell, the sensations were never this intense.
“What are you doing to me?” I groan.
“Trying to make you feel good.”
“You’re succeeding.”
Bethany’s fingertips dance up my cock again as she gives me a bad-girl grin that makes me shiver.
Shit, no matter how much I’d love to let her have her way with me, I have to take control of the situation. I can’t think of another time or another woman who’s undone me so thoroughly and so easily. It’s a little terrifying.
Gathering my resolve, I wrap my arms around her and haul her closer.
She yelps in surprise, wrapping her arms and legs around me as I stand. “What are you doing?”
“Getting you someplace more comfortable, where I can spread you out and fuck you.” I flip off the light by the sofa and make my way to the bed. “Lose the pants.”
She licks her lips nervously. “And the underwear?”
I send her a wolfish smile as I kick off my shoes and jeans. “Leave those to me.”
With a shaky bob of her head, she complies while I fish a condom from my pocket. I only have two. Damn it.
I forget my problem as I watch her shimmy out of her denim. I’ve seen those sleek thighs in shorts, and the sight is mighty nice. But getting to view the whole package almost fully unwrapped? I swallow. Stare. She’s even hotter than I thought.
And her strappy, pale-pink panties are nothing short of a visual sin. Two sets of thin straps crisscrossing under her naval reveal tantalizing glimpses of her flat abdomen. Under those little bands of silk, the garment plunges to a lacy vee, intersecting just above her pussy to—barely—cover the essentials.
My tongue belongs there.
“Say something,” she begs. “You’re just staring.”
It seems impossible that she’s feeling insecure, but I hear it in her voice. “Oh, sweetheart… You are sexy as hell. I’m going to eat those panties off your body.”
A flush steals across her skin from head to toe. Time to get busy.
After tossing the condoms on the nightstand, I lift Bethany and drape her across the middle of the bed, shoving tropical-colored pillows out of my way and onto the floor. Then I crawl above her, looking down at her gleaming like a pearl in the evening shadows. She’s focused completely on me, on us, on what will happen next.
She stuns me when she trails her fingers down my chest, over my abs, and wraps hers fingers around my cock again. “I’m waiting.”
“Are you trying to rush me?”
“If you’re still wondering, I must not be doing this right.” She strokes my length again, harder, faster.
Somehow, I resist the urge to let my eyes roll into the back of my head and lose myself. “You’re doing more than fine, sweetheart. Trust me.”