Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
In a sudden move that causes me to gasp, Rafferty pulls back from our kiss and I whimper in frustration at the loss of his lips on mine. My hands instinctively reach out to touch him, but he bats them away, a sense of urgency in his movements.
His blue eyes lock with mine for only a second before he drops to his knees before me. I stare down at the top of his head, at first unsure as to what he’s doing, then his hands are sliding under the hem of my gown. They drag up my legs, taking the silky material on a journey—up the sides of my calves, tickling behind my knees, over my thighs and straight up to the waistband of my panties.
I stare in fascination at his intense focus. With a surety that says he won’t be denied, Rafferty hooks his fingers into my panties and yanks them down my legs. It’s such a dominant, sexy move, I’m utterly gone for him.
His head tips back and he stares at me, assessing whether this is too much. He doesn’t need my permission, but I can tell he’s not moving a muscle until I verify that this not only crossed a line, but he’s not going to be gentle about it.
“More,” I say once again, hoping that’s enough.
He breathes out a sigh of relief, the warm air feeling sinful over my exposed skin as he quickly removes the last barrier between us. His hands return between my thighs and spreads them apart with a roughness that sends shivers down my spine.
“I need to taste you,” he growls with primal desire as he stares at my pussy. He licks his lower lip, at the same time lifting my leg and draping it over his shoulder.
This is happening.
This is actually happening.
“Oh God,” I moan as his mouth engulfs me, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
I arch my back off the cool tiled wall and grip his shoulders tightly, feeling the intensity of his worship. His tongue darts and flicks, exploring every inch of me with an expertise that leaves me breathless. My arousal builds swiftly, probably because we’re at Stone and Harlow’s wedding, in a bathroom, and this is so damn naughty. A tight knot of desire coils in the pit of my stomach and I’m already on the edge.
Rafferty’s hands grip my thighs harder, pulling me closer to him as he devours me. The roughness of his touch is thrilling, mixing with the pleasure I’m already feeling. His breath against me is warm and hungry as he continues to explore with his skilled mouth.
“Rafferty,” I whisper. A plea. “Don’t stop.”
Do not ever stop.
He growls in response, and I can tell he’s not going to let up until he’s satisfied. His tongue moves faster, more urgently now, each stroke sending another wave of pleasure crashing over me. My body begins to tremble, the building tension reaching a point of no return. I can feel the heat of Rafferty’s face against my most intimate parts, his breath now hot and ragged against my skin. His facial stubble deliciously scrapes my inner thighs and I’ll wear those marks as a badge of pleasure tomorrow.
He holds me tighter, his grip on my thighs unyielding as he continues to explore me with his tongue. The room fills with the sounds of our passion—our heavy breathing, the wet slurping noises, and the occasional muffled moan as I cover my mouth with my hand to keep from screaming. It’s like we’re in a world of our own, where nothing else exists but this intense connection between us.
“That’s it,” Rafferty murmurs against my skin, “let go for me.”
I do just that, surrendering to the pleasure that now envelops me completely. My body shudders violently as the orgasm hits, waves of ecstasy crashing over me like a tidal wave. Rafferty’s name is on the tip of my tongue, but never makes it past my ragged breaths.
He doesn’t let up. The man continues his relentless assault on my senses, driving me higher and higher with each stroke of his tongue. His hands never waver, gripping my thighs just as tightly as he seeks to pull me even closer to him. But the intensity is too much to bear and I push against him. “Enough. Please.”
Rafferty chuckles, the rumble causing another tremor of pleasure to zing through me, but he pulls away after placing a gentle kiss between my legs. His head tips back and he locks eyes with mine in a stare that I can’t quite read.
I reach out, trace my thumb over his wet lower lip. “Tell me you have a condom.”
Because I want him to experience pleasure too. And if he didn’t, my mouth works just fine.
He shakes his head, bending it to pull my panties up. “No, but even if I did, this is where we stop.”