Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
I drive over to Veronica’s place, my head spinning with all the things I want to say, not sure if I’m supposed to say them, and wondering at what point will I chicken out and not say anything. It would be so easy to divert her with sex and leave all of this unspoken.
Luckily, by the time I’m in the elevator, I’ve committed. I’m going to put myself out there and let the chips fall where they may.
When the doors open to Veronica’s condo, I’m not prepared to be met by her wearing a transparent, black-mesh negligee, transparent to the point I can tell there’s nothing underneath.
I wasn’t expecting this because when I asked her if I could come over tonight, I told her I wanted to talk. When I texted her a bit ago that I was on my way, she said she’d put a kettle on for some tea.
Now, I’m not into tea, but I figured she was gearing up for us to talk.
Sex was the last thing on my mind.
Okay, that’s not true. It’s always on my mind, and I had intended to make her come as often as possible tonight after we talked. I specifically figured we should wait until after because Veronica and I tend to lose time when we’re wrapped up with each other.
Without a word, she approaches me. I tense all over, and my cock starts to thicken. But she merely takes my hand and leads me to the couch. My eyes can’t help but drop to her ass, which is sexy as hell under the transparent material.
She stops at the couch and indicates for me to sit. “You said you wanted to talk.”
I sit as directed but grumble, “There’s no way in hell I can talk when you’re dressed like that.”
“Want me to take it off?” she asks with a smirk.
“Not helping,” I grouse, but I’m not going to be upset if she takes it off.
Instead, she pushes my legs apart and drops to her knees before me. Without any preamble or announcement as to her intentions, her hands move to my belt and she starts to undo it. I watch, fascinated, as it slides loose of the buckle, she unhooks the button of my pants, and slowly lowers the zipper.
Leaning up and over my lap, she presses her mouth to the hard outline of my erection pressing against my briefs.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my words coming out in a croak.
“Going to loosen you up a little,” she whispers as her fingertips go into the waistband of my briefs. “Lift your hips.”
I comply, and she effortlessly has my cock out and in her hand. “You were tense at the bookstore. You look tense now. Let me fix it.”
“Christ.” I lean my head back against the couch to stare at the ceiling.
The first touch of her lips on my bare skin has my hips bucking slightly. Her mouth is so warm as she takes me in, and the feeling isn’t making me any less tense. If anything, I have a raging need to come right down her throat, and I’m not going to hold back.
It’s not the first time Veronica’s had me in her mouth, and I know it sure as shit won’t be the last. She’s a goddess with that tongue.
I almost bark out a huff of disappointment when her mouth is suddenly gone, but then she’s on the couch, straddling me. Knees pressed into the cushions, her breasts through the thin, black material hover right before my mouth. I try to lean into them, but one of her hands goes to my chest and she pushes me back. With her other hand, she takes my cock and slowly lowers herself down.
Slowly, she takes me inch by inch, and I have to grip onto the cushions tight so as not to punch upward and into her. When she’s fully seated, I feel her squeeze me and my eyes roll back into my head.
Her lips come to my throat, and I close my eyes while she slowly rides me.
Jesus, the woman has me all tied up. The glide of her pussy against me, her warm breath on my skin, the tenderness she’s exhibiting… wanting to take care of me when I came here in part to take care of her.
It’s sensation and emotion overload, and my orgasm brews fast. My hands go to her hips, urging her to pick up the pace. She’s got her eyes closed, her lower lip pinched between her teeth. I want to come so bad. I want her with me.
“Look at me,” I demand.
Those beautiful eyes pop open and lock with mine. We stare at each other as she rides me. With my help, she moves faster.
Comes down just a bit harder.
Taking me all that much deeper.