Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
“Oh?”
“Oh.”
This is real. We’re really doing this, and I’m here. I stayed. I stayed, and now we’re naked together. Touching each other. Philippe’s hand sweeps over my breast. He gently rolls my already taut nipple in his fingers, and now I’m the one letting out a hiss of pleasure and throwing my head back.
“Do you want more? My tongue? My fingers?”
I want all of the above and the option for his cock too, but I know we can’t take things that far. No matter how empty I feel. No matter how much I want to.
“Mmmmm,” I mumble. I think it means yes. I mean, it definitely means yes. It means yes, and I can’t actually say the words, but he gets it. Just in case he has any questions about it though, I set out to banish his doubt.
I somehow have enough sense to arch into him. I miss his lips completely and instead get a whole mouthful of his jaw when I go in for the kiss, but he doesn’t seem to mind. The growl he lets out intensifies, and he does something wonderful to my nipple with his fingers that send sparks shooting all throughout my body.
His hands drop to my waist, and since we’re in the water—although even if we weren’t, I think he would have just as much strength because he’s so freaking huge and so strong—he lifts me easily and sets me down gently on his lap. I straddle him immediately, taking his cock between my legs. I keep him away from the no-zone where I absolutely can’t let him go, but I can’t help arching my hips and grinding a little. And by a little, I mean I pretty much hit my throbbing clit just right, so now I want to beg myself to let myself come.
Philippe tangles his hands in my hair and captures my mouth, drinking down the sounds of my pleasure. My entire body bursts into goosebumps, which is pretty crazy considering the temperature of the water we’re in. I arch forward and let my hard as rock nipples scrape across his hard as rock chest.
Holy. Shit. On. A. Fucking. Stick.
I’m almost relieved we can’t actually do this because his cock feels so big throbbing between my legs every time I gyrate my hips and let him slide past me harmlessly—a wet kind of dry humping I guess—that I think he might actually do some real damage if I let him inside, which is not going to happen. Ever. Because we can’t. Because I can’t, and because Granny warned me.
Except her warnings all seem very far off.
All drowned out in the ache and need that is tightening, churning, and spiraling deep inside me. Drowned out in each throb and thrust of his hard cock between my legs. Drowned out in every throb of my clit as the thick head of his cock brushes past it.
“Bed,” I pant into Philippe’s mouth. His tongue sweeps over my lower lip, and he grazes his teeth over it as he pulls away.
“Alright.”
He picks me up and stands so fast that I wrap all my four limbs around him and cling to him on instinct. He moves easily through the waist-deep water and steps out of the Jacuzzi like I wasn’t spider monkeyed around him. Our wet skin is slippery. Slick. Which makes me think of other things that are slippery and slick. Spots between my legs. Actually, it’s all I can think about. And I was right. Philippe does just fine without the water as he lifts me like I weigh nothing. He doesn’t stop for towels or any such trivial nonsense. Instead, he carries me straight to the massive king-sized bed and sets me down on the side that belongs to me, the side that isn’t all twisted sheets and scattered pillows.
My back hits the cold sheets, and I don’t have time to even gasp or register a proper, actual thought before Philippe gets on the floor in front of me. He throws my wet, jellied legs over his shoulder, baring me to him. I’m already so boneless that I can barely even open my legs, but I want to. My god, I want to. Especially when his head looms over me, and his long, dark hair brushes over the tender skin of my belly. Those strands are wet, but they’re still so soft. They feel like the caress of a feather. As he lowers his head, his breath comes out hot against my already cooling skin, but his mouth is even hotter, like a blaze of thunder and lightning and also every good and wonderful freaking thing in the entire world.
His tongue is magic; let me tell you. Pure. Fucking. Epic. Magic.
Oh, and then he adds a finger. He softly probes my entrance while his tongue swirls circles over my clit. I’m already gone. I’m already out of control. I can feel the sweet, amazing pressure gathering and tingling and pooling inside me. Traveling up from my toes, making them tingly and cold as the blood rushes up my legs.