Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 125681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 628(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 419(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 628(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 419(@300wpm)
She tried to keep her voice steady. “W-what were the other ways?”
“They would ask volunteers to watch erotic movies while attaching instruments to their genitals. The doctors wanted to measure the genitals’ blood flow.”
She turned to me. “What? How could they do that?”
“For men, the instrument measured the changing circumference of the penis.”
She quirked her brows. “And for women?”
“For women, they placed a probe inside them to measure the pressure change in the blood vessels of the vaginal walls.” Fast, I sliced the second button’s string away.
This button tumbled in a different direction and fell onto the bed on the other side. The top’s flaps spread away, revealing the full curve of her cleavage.
Now that I had Phoenix all to myself, I couldn’t wait to put lovely, delicate lines on her skin.
Licking my lips, I sliced the third button away. That button popped off with ease. The pajama top opened more, exposing her soft, silky brown skin. More of her breasts were revealed as well as a stiff chocolate nipple begging for my tongue.
She turned away.
My dick shifted to painfully erect.
Keeping her gaze to the side, she bit her lip.
I placed the blade under the fourth button. “Look at me.”
She didn’t move her head.
“You don’t want me to see how aroused you are?”
“It doesn’t matter if I like it or not, Cain, you’re going to do it anyway.”
“But, I want you to like it.” I slid the point of the knife to the hard nipple.
Shivering, she arched up a little.
I drew a delicate circle around the nipple. “Look at me.”
Terror spilled over her face as she turned my way. But those eyes were flooded with arousal. Her pupils were fully dilated and her lips were parted as if she craved my tongue in her mouth and all over her pussy.
She whispered, “Umm. . .”
I raised my eyebrows.
“Why would. . .people. . .research arousal?”
Trying to keep yourself distracted, Phoenix? It’ll work for now.
“The doctors were interested in the nature of sexual arousal.” I moved the knife from her nipple and placed the blade back under the fourth button. “Some psychologist did it to understand the cause of sexual dysfunction and high-risk sexual behavior.”
“Is that why you all studied human desire?”
“One of the reasons.” Fast, I sliced the button away.
This one flung in the air, bounced on my arm, and fell to the floor.
The shirt almost opened completely. There was only one button left. More of her breasts greeted my eyes, along with her flat stomach.
My body heated with more lust.
She watched me.
“What’s on your mind?”
She sighed. “I was trying to see if your pupils were dilated.”
“Trust me, Phoenix. They are. And my dick is extremely hard. Would you like to see that too?”
She parted her lips.
“Men and women experience sexual arousal very differently, not only physiologically but psychologically.” I placed the knife under the last button and sliced it away.
The button fell to the side. The top opened. Now all was exposed to my eyes and I was finding it incredibly difficult to keep my hands at bay.
I moved the knife to her. She squirmed. I rested the blade on her skin, right between her breasts, making sure to not cut her. Inch by inch, I kissed her skin with the blade, sliding it down and further caressing the soft rise of bone at her rib cage.
“When I’m near you,” I set the knife to the side. “Know that I am highly aroused and yearning to be inside of you. Always.”
I placed both of my hands to her sides and lowered myself until my face was brushing up against her cleavage.
Finally.
I buried my face between her breasts.
She gasped.
“You always smell good.” My nostrils flared as I inhaled the sweetness of her flesh. “So good.”
I pressed my nose against one breast and boldly inhaled, drinking in that perfume. “Oh my.”
She shivered.
I swept my nose over each breast, each hard nipple. It was hard not to lap at those stiff points. It was impossibly difficult to not suck on them or bite the curve of her breasts.
Patience.
I moved my nose down to her stomach. There, I gripped the sides of her waist and sucked in the fragrance of her skin.
How can I capture her scent and keep it forever?
She trembled within my hold.
Delirious, I tightened my grip on her waist and moved lower, breathing in every inch of her flesh. Then, I slipped my nose to those pajama bottoms. The satiny fabric smoothed against my chin.
I growled. “I really like these on you. We’ll get more. All in blue.”
And then I lost myself even more. I slipped my nose down to her pussy, breathing it in through the fabric. Not getting enough, I flared my nostrils and pushed my nose against the warm softness. She shivered and I sucked in every element of her scent into my nose, trying to note and label each reference of smell, but completely unable to categorize any.