Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 133138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Apparently, not to Simon.
He moves down my body again, his fingers and tongue working in tandem. Surprisingly, it doesn’t take long until I’m squirming and writhing beneath his touch. He slips two fingers inside me, easily finding the spot that drives me wild, and then presses down on my lower belly with his palm. With his tongue battering my clit, I don’t stand a chance, even though I try to fight off the orgasm so I can stay in the space and time of this much pleasure.
“There is no need to fight it. I will give you all the orgasms you could ever desire,” Simon mutters against my flesh. He lays a long lick from my entrance to my clit and then orders, “Come, Autumn.”
His tone is different, but not. Still warm and reverent, but also commanding. My body responds to his order—and the promise of more orgasms—and tenses hard before flying apart.
I cry out, senselessly tossing my head from side to side as I splinter into a million pieces, and Simon has to use his shoulders to hold my body in place for him to continue.
But he does.
He doesn’t give me a break this time. There’s no recovery, no coming down from the high.
No, he starts pumping his two fingers into me hard and fast, pressing that internal button erratically and using the flat of his other hand to rub over my clit and lips. It’s like a full pussy assault and I love it. Blind and restrained, with the music long drowned out by our breathing, all I can focus on are the sensations at my core.
“Oh, my God,” I shout. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I’m on the verge of something big. I can feel it deep in my belly.
“So wet. Delicious. Your juices are like nectar of the gods. I want to drink from you, Princesse. Give me more.”
I want to come so badly. I want to drown him in my juices if that’s what he wants. I squeeze my inner muscles tight and hear him murmuring what sounds like praises in French. I don’t know what he’s saying, but the words still work, and suddenly, I explode.
Or implode?
I’m not sure which, but either way, I’m floating weightlessly in blackness. Not just my vision, but my entire body. Both hyper-focused and dissociated, I can feel something amazing happening to my being that I’ve never experienced. I come and come again, or maybe it’s the same orgasm? I don’t know, but it seems to go on forever. Or maybe time has simply ceased to exist.
My body is jolting violently and unconsciously when I come back to it, my breathing jagged and shallow. I wiggle my hands, and the belt falls away, and then I move the tie. I have to blink several times against the brightness of the room, but before I can even find Simon, I grab a pillow and cover my face with it.
“Aaaaahhhh!” I scream into the fluffy softness.
“Autumn?” Simon asks, sounding worried. He moves the pillow, and when I blink again, I realize that his face is lined with concern.
“You turned me into a pillow princess,” I explain.
“Pillow princess?”
“A woman who gets oral and screams into the pillows because it’s so good. I was holding back so we wouldn’t scare the neighbors.”
Simon grins proudly. “You were screaming. But no bother, I don’t have neighbors on this floor, nor the one below me right now.”
I can feel my face flush. I didn’t realize I was being that loud.
“I love your sounds, Princesse,” he reassures me. His eyes are dark and cloudy with desire again, his thoughts apparently going filthy now that he’s not freaking out about my screaming into pillows.
“Fuck me.” My order doesn’t have the same effect his did.
“You said we were not. Just . . . watch me.”
I don’t have time to wonder what he means. He undoes his pants, pushing them down his thighs with his underwear. His cock is long and thick, the tip exposed from his foreskin. He grips himself tightly, moving his hand slowly up and down as I watch, mere inches from my belly.
“I’ve never seen an uncircumcised man,” I whisper. It’s probably not the best thing to say, but it’s what I’m thinking.
“What do you think?” he asks.
I swallow as I watch him stroke himself and admit, “You’re big. I don’t know if you’re gonna fit.”
He groans and a bead of precum appears. He swipes his thumb through it and offers it to me. I open my mouth and lick his thumb, sucking to get every bit. He hooks his thumb into my mouth, keeping it there as he vows, “I will fit anywhere you want me—this mouth, your sweet pussy, your delectable ass.”
I nibble on his thumb, soothing it with a lick of my tongue, and he grins hungrily. He pulls his thumb out, holding my face gently, and then leans down to kiss me. Now, we truly have both our juices on our tongues, and the idea is both dirty and sexy.