Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
I focus on using his soap to wash off. In typical bachelor fashion, he has some two-in-one shampoo conditioner thing that makes me cringe a little, but I can’t deny that it smells like sexy man. Or maybe it’s just that I will forever associate Jonas with this scent. I bet I can buy some of this when I get home, just in case I need another hit during a dry spell.
No, that’s not normal. That’s a weird thing to do. Even weirder than masturbating while sniffing his pillow.
I really, really can’t believe I did that.
We finish up showering, and I’m only slightly disappointed that he doesn’t try something. The truth is that the day is catching up with me, and exhaustion has attached weights to my body. I’m practically stumbling by the time I braid my hair and make it back into the bedroom.
Jonas didn’t stop at changing the sheets. He made the entire bed again. Of course he did.
He pulls back the comforter and glances at me. “Do you have a specific side to sleep on?”
“Not really.”
“I’ll take this side then.”
It’s only when I climb beneath the covers that I realize he’s between me and the door. There’s absolutely no reason to look into that. I’m sure it’s simply the side he always sleeps on. Still, something warm and strange takes up residence in my chest. It only gets stronger when Jonas rolls toward me, and without a word, tugs me back until he’s spooning me.
I fall asleep surrounded by him, feeling totally and completely safe…and wake up with Jonas’s tongue in my pussy.
13
I stretch a little, which has Jonas bracketing my thighs and pushing them wide in response. There’s a sliver of dim light shining through the curtains, but rain still hammers the windows as violently as it did last night. “What time is it?” I keep my voice low, not wanting to break the strange feeling that permeates the room. As if we’re in an alternate reality, population Jonas and me.
He gives my pussy another long lick and raises his head enough to say, “Early. Go back to sleep.”
“Oh, sure thing. I’ll get right on that.” I trail off in a moan as he resumes thoroughly kissing my pussy. It’s slow and decadent as if he has no plans to be anywhere else but between my thighs for the foreseeable future. I stretch my arms over my head. Better to simply enjoy this and let pleasure sweep me away than to think too hard about what today brings.
But then, I’ve never been good at being a passive partner.
He rubs the flat of his tongue against my clit. I reach down and slide my fingers through his hair. “That feels really, really good.”
“Tastes even better,” he murmurs against me. He shifts back and pushes two fingers into me, twisting his wrist until he finds my G-spot. “Are you going to stay the weekend, Blake?”
I stare down at the sight of him penetrating me. Obviously I’ve had sex with the lights on plenty of times, but there’s something about watching Jonas’s fingers move in and out of my body, already wet with my desire, that feels particularly filthy. “I said I would.”
“I’m asking again.” He keeps fucking me with his fingers, but there’s something almost like hesitation in his tone. “Last night was a lot.”
It’s very, very difficult to focus while he’s doing this, but I don’t want him to stop. I lick my lips. “Was it too much for you?”
“No.” He exhales slowly. “I am more than happy to spend the rest of the weekend playing games with you and this pretty pussy.” He seems to force himself to stop stroking me, but he doesn’t withdraw his fingers. “But with the power dynamic, you’ll forgive me for checking in.”
I like how he issues that as a command instead of request. Even when Jonas asks me questions, it’s like he already knows the answers. At least when we’re fucking. He’s watching my face far too closely for me to believe anything but that my next words matter to him. A whole hell of a lot.
“Jonas.” I like the way his fingers flex inside me when I say his name. So I do it again. “Jonas.” I tug on his hair a little. “Do you feel how wet I am?”
He doesn’t move. “That’s not an answer.”
I ignore the quiet censure in his tone and roll my hips. I can’t properly fuck his fingers like this, but it still feels good. “So wet.” I release his hair and drop back to the bed. He still hasn’t moved, but this is hot in an entirely different way. I cup my breasts, plucking at my nipples. “I like our games. I like pretending we’re doing things we shouldn’t, and I like it when you’re disappointed in me. It gets me just as wet as I am from your tongue.” I hold his gaze. “So, no, last night wasn’t too much. It wasn’t in the realm of too much. Nothing happened to change my mind about staying.” If anything, it made me doubt that two more days will be enough to get this man out of my system.