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)
In fact, the longer she’s got me in her hand, the more I feel my skin go damp and my system buzz with need. If I don’t stop her, this is going to be over way before I’m ready.
I twist away from her, tangle my fingers in hers, and pin her wandering hand to the bed. “But I’m a gentleman. Ladies come first.”
Her lips part in a soft, open-mouthed O as I work my way down her body, pressing kisses to the undersides of her breasts, her abdomen, and between the sexy crisscrossed straps of her panties before I open my mouth over the pink lace covering her pussy.
Bethany wasn’t lying; she’s drenched. Through the fabric, I smell her. I taste a hint of her essence that only leaves me hungry for more. I feel how swollen and juicy she is.
“So fucking sweet,” I moan.
She shudders and cries out as I drag my tongue up the lace, then prod her clit through the lace. “Oh!”
“If you’re at all attached to these panties, you should take them off now. If you leave me to do it, I can’t guarantee they’ll be wearable tomorrow.”
“Okay.” She wraps her thumbs around the straps at her hips.
Though I want her naked, I resent having to take my mouth off her and I’m even harder-pressed to give her the space to strip. With a curse, I ease up and flip on the closest light so I can see every inch of her, especially her face when I thrust deep and fill her up.
I turn just in time to see her wriggle her panties down her thighs and into a puddle on the floor. Then I get my first view of her completely naked. “Oh, sweetheart… Give that pretty pussy to me now.”
I back her onto the bed and wedge myself between her legs. She falls to her elbows, watching me, eyes dark with desire. I prowl closer until I flatten her onto her back. It takes all my restraint not to fit my hips between her spread thighs, probe for her wet opening, and plunge my throbbing length inside her.
Instead, I lave her hard, juicy nipples and draw each, one after the other, into my mouth, eliciting another catch of breath from Bethany. Then I let my lips trail down her body once more until the Shangri-La of her pink, neatly trimmed sex is right under my lips. She’s wet and swollen. Her clit peeks out from between her folds, begging for attention.
I cup her with my hand. Her entire body shudders as her eyes close. She lets out a long, agonized breath. “Clint…”
“Hmm, I’m here. And I’m staying here for a good, long while. Spread your legs wider.”
She trembles as she complies. “I-I don’t need to be more aroused for sex. Believe me, I’m more than ready.”
“We’re going to get there, I promise. First, I need this perfect peach of a pussy in my mouth.”
Thankfully, she doesn’t protest.
With a growl, I rake my tongue up her center, lapping at her sweetness and reveling in her shocked little moan, before I settle on her clit.
Her fingers find their way into my hair, and she tugs, hips wriggling, as I work the hard bud.
“Oh, my…” Her back arches. “Oh. Oh…yes.”
The sound of her pleasure resonates through every nerve and cell in my body. Once, I swore I’d never give her an orgasm. Now I can’t fucking wait. There’s something so kittenish and sensual about Bethany. If I had to bet whether any of her former lovers had ever gone down on her, I’d gamble everything I owned the answer is no. Being her first is turning me the fuck on.
Happily, I redouble my efforts. I’m glad now that I’ve always enjoyed being oral with females. It won’t take me long to learn what stroke of my tongue will send her over the fastest. And I’ll definitely enjoy figuring it out.
Soon, I settle into a slow, draggy rhythm, teasing her with long strokes before I lazily suck her clit into my mouth and pull, taunt her with a little nip, then release her to start all over again. Soon, she’s tensing, holding her breath, squirming and panting and begging.
“Clint… Oh, please. Please. I…” Her next breath trembles, along with the rest of her body. “You’re killing me.”
“Hmm,” I drawl, unwilling to take my mouth off her succulent flesh.
I love the way she swells and blushes and grips my hair, trying to pull the short strands. The sting of my scalp spurs me on, makes me want to taste her on a deeper level.
With my thumbs, I part her rosy folds and peek at all her sweet pink flesh. She’s beautiful all over, but hell, this must be the most perfect pussy I’ve ever seen, especially when I’m watching her whole body twist and writhe with the pleasure I’m giving her. And maybe I only think she’s so ideal because I’m in the moment. Maybe she’s really not any better put-together than any other woman. But I don’t remember similar thoughts ever crossing my mind.