Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Like this?” I trace my finger over the area from her shoulder to the dip at the center of her throat before moving it up the other side. “You can’t see how I’m doing this. Can you feel it?”
She takes a small breath, the air hitching on the end when I reverse my finger and do it all over again.
“Does it feel good?”
She clears her throat. “It’s a start.”
“Maybe this will be better.”
I turn away from her and open the closet door before stepping behind her so she can see herself in the mirror hanging there.
“Let me try again,” I whisper in her ear, my t-shirt brushing her bare back as I lift my finger once again to the delicate slope of her collarbone.
Her hips move in a slow needy circle before she catches herself.
“What else?” My eyes are glued to her breasts, the tips tight in the open air.
My cock, that sorry bastard, is throbbing in my jeans, and as much as I’d love to slide between her legs, I’m also enjoying the anticipation. She didn’t mention men needing it, and I don’t know what it’s like for others, but this is something I’m desperate for as well.
“Breasts. Not all women have sensitive breasts, some don’t get pleasure when their nipples are played with. It should only take a second to determine which one we’re dealing with.”
“May I?” I ask, my finger still trailing the only part of her she’s given me permission to touch.
She nods.
“Which one of those women are you, Parker?” She moans, pressing toward my hand when I swirl a single finger around her nipple without touching the tip. “I think I know. Sensitive?”
She nods again, her throat working on a swallow. She takes a step back, pressing her lean body against my front. I don’t mention it, and I don’t step away. I’m teasing her, but there’s only so much I can take before going insane.
“And do you like it soft and slow?” With the tip of one finger, I circle her nipple again, my other hand gripping her hip and pulling her back tight against me. “Or rough?”
She whimpers when I pinch the delicate flesh between my thumb and forefinger.
Her hips swivel, the light in the bedroom catching on the glistening slit between her thighs.
“Maybe a little of both?”
She nods, her eyes heavy, lids drooping low.
“What about this?” I suck on the side of her neck as I struggle not to flex my hips against her ass.
I’m doing what she says, but it’s very clear that she’s the one in complete control.
Her hand presses back flat against my thigh, and my cock weeps with need, the heat of her hand inches away yet somehow feeling like miles.
“What about your pussy, Parker? What does she like?”
She nods as if answering anything and everything.
“Can I touch your pussy, Parker?” I ask as I move my hand from her breast down the length of her torso.
We both groan when my fingers slide over the slick flesh.
“Lift this leg so you can watch what I’m doing. I don’t want to make a mistake.” I move my hand from its bruising grip on her hip to catch her under the thigh when she complies.
God, she’s so open, her delicate lips spread as my fingers tease her.
“I’ve read not to go straight for the clit.” She groans when I bypass that tender little piece and move lower. “Are you watching?”
Her head bobs against my chest, and my mouth waters.
“Maybe I should use my tongue. Would my tongue feel better here?”
I tap her clit with the tip of a single finger. She jolts like I’ve struck her with lightning.
“Let me test it out. Feel free to give me any pointers.”
I release her, stepping back and hiding my smile when she wobbles a little on her feet.
Without prompting, she lies down on the bed, drawing her feet up and spreading wide.
The second I crouch down and run my nose up her inner thigh, I use both hands to quickly release my cock from my jeans. My balls are close to exploding already.
“You can’t see what I’m doing with your eyes closed, Parker. Watch me.”
Her eyes flutter, opening to mere slits as her mouth falls open, harsh breaths rushing past her lips.
“Geez, does your pussy always get like this?” I run my nose up the seam of her. “So wet and ready.”
“Mmm.”
“More?” I tease, my tongue aching to bury itself right inside of her. “Any pointers?”
I realize she’s had enough when her fingers snap out and tangle in my hair. I use the opportunity to dive in. All teasing is over.
Sucking, tugging, and licking, I hold on for the ride because Parker isn’t shy about moving her body right where she wants it to demand what she needs.
With one hand stroking my cock and the other inching toward the slickest part of her, I groan at the ball of need simmering in my stomach. The woman is a fucking goddess.