Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 144696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
That brought his mortality uncomfortably to mind, and I ignored the comment. “I bet you’ve never been tied up in here, though.”
“That I have not.” He sounded less than thrilled, but he was still going along with it.
“I want to play a game. I want to draw words on you, and you have to guess what they say.” Sitting up straight, I trailed a finger over his chest.
“I think I understand the rules.” He smirked up at me. “What happens if I get them wrong?”
I scooted down his body with a knee on either side of him. When I straddled his thighs and leaned to press my mouth to the side of his torso, the hard ridge of his erection pressed into my belly.
Just nine more days.
It might as well have been nine more years, the way I wanted him. Starting at his hipbone, I carefully traced a letter “L” across Neil’s flesh with my tongue.
His breathing sped up a little as I finished the word, and he said, “Let.”
“Very good,” I murmured, switching to the other side. I tugged his boxers down just a little, and started the next word on his belly, just above his groin.
“Me,” he guessed, and I nodded my affirmation as I slid down, dragging my hair over his stomach. I lay between his legs and lazily stroked the next word onto his inner thigh.
“Make.” He sounded a little breathless now.
Tugging his boxers down his thighs, I drew the next word on his stomach, swirling my tongue through the narrow line of hair that bisected it. It was difficult work avoiding his cock; fully erect, it reached to just above his navel. My chin brushed the tip as I carefully spelled the next word, “You.” It took Neil two tries, but he guessed it and swallowed thickly as I hovered my mouth over his penis.
I only got to the O in “come,” written carefully along the underside of his shaft, before he groaned and lifted his hips.
“Yes, Sophie,” he rasped, his hands still above his head. He could have moved them at any time; the belt simply cinched around his wrists, and nothing physically restrained him from lowering his arms. He was choosing to play along, and something wicked in me responded to that.
I wasn’t a Dominant. And Neil wasn’t a submissive. We would probably never truly “switch.” At that moment, though, I appreciated that he trusted me enough to let me do this.
Licking a slow path up his cock from the base to the head, I moaned low in my throat. His harsh breathing stuttered, and he shifted beneath me. I traced the point of my tongue over the seam between his foreskin and glans, and then followed it up to the slit in the tip, teasing him just a bit before sucking the whole head into my mouth.
He made an incoherent sound, and I grinned to myself, taking him in one hand. I sat up and, as primly and daintily as possible, spat a huge glob of saliva onto his cock.
His eyes widened at the sight, and I gave him a lazy smile and lots of eye contact as I stroked the wetness down his shaft. When I lowered my head again, I never broke my gaze from his, preferring to hold him as a captive audience while I licked and sucked the hard flesh my pumping fist didn’t cover.
I didn’t have to work long; my slow, steady strokes, sucking mouth, and wriggling tongue brought him to the edge quicker than usual. Probably because he was so out of his element, out of control. Gasping and writhing, he groaned, “Sophie, I’m—” and he didn’t finish his sentence as his cock jerked in my hand and his cum hit the back of my throat. I let a little dribble out of my mouth, onto my fingers, still squeezing and stroking him as he pulsed, but I raised my head before he could reach the point of oversensitivity. I delicately wiped the corners of my mouth with my ring finger and made a satisfied noise after I swallowed, smirking up at him all the while.
Now, he wasn’t content to play along with my fake restraints. He pulled his wrists apart to loosen the belt then slipped his hands free. Before I could even think to protest, he’d hauled me up his body and rolled me onto my back, pinning me. One hand moved down my stomach, and I froze.
“I will go utterly mad if I can’t make you come,” he groaned against my neck, his tongue fluttering over the pulse point there.
Well, what was I going to do? Risk his sanity?
“Please,” was all I had to say before he dove his hand into my panties, seeking out my clit with two fingers. He rubbed in slow, steady circles, and my legs, then my tummy, then my whole body tightened up.