Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 122097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
And this makes me grin. “God, I’ve missed you. I’m so glad you’re home. Have I told you that yet?”
He reaches up to put a hand on my face, his thumb caressing a line along my cheek. “I think it goes without saying at this point. But I will go on record here and reciprocate that sentiment right back at you. I am so happy to be home, Lowyn. And you’re the reason why.”
He reaches around my back and a moment later, my bra is loose. I just stand there and let him slide the straps down my arms the same way I did his suspenders. And then that bra is dropping to the floor.
I stand there and let him look. I let him get a real long, good look. And when his eyes come back up to meet him, he’s not just hungry, he’s starvin’.
He presses himself up to me, both hands on my face, and kisses me like it’s our first kiss ever. Only better. Because there is nothing awkward about this kiss. There is no hesitation. Not from me, not from him. Our bodies press together, my breasts sensitive to the feel of the ribbed cotton of his undershirt. And then he’s taking my hair down. Pins drop to the floor with a small ting. And then the whole thing comes apart.
I think we both come apart with that hair. Because he’s taken his kisses to my neck, and this has always been a weak spot for me, so a little moan escapes my mouth.
His hips press up against me, letting me know he’s hard. And then there’s a clink of his belt, and my fingers cannot get those fly buttons open fast enough. When I take him in my hand and squeeze, he moans back. Biting my shoulder.
I lean into him, breathing heavy and kinda stunned. Because I don’t recall ever being as turned on with a man—not even him—as I am now.
Collin turns me around as I’m having these thoughts and then he’s walking me backwards to the bed. The backs of my thighs hit the mattress and I begin to fall back, but I should know better. Collin won’t let me fall. He doesn’t let me fall. His large hands—both of them—are around my waist, fingertips right at the small of my back, thumbs gripping my hipbones, and I am lowered down by his strong grip.
A moment later he’s kneeling in front of me. His teeth grazing up my thigh. And I’ve got my fingers threaded through his hair.
“Holy Mother, Low. I just wanna fuck you.” I open my eyes and look at him, a little bit surprised, because he’s never talked to me that way before. “Sorry.” He shrugs. “Slipped out.”
“Well, don’t stop on my account. Let it slip all it wants.”
He grins at me, those eyes of his a little bit wild now. And I realize something in this moment. What we did last night was kind of a remnant of the past. Us, as teenagers.
But what we’re doing right now is something else entirely. Us, as adults.
Is he thinking the same thing?
Undoubtedly. Because what I just said was something along the lines of permission.
He drops his head between my legs and then he’s licking me through my panties, his tongue skimming along the thin, silky fabric. My back comes up right off the bed, arching from the sensation. Gripping his hair tight now, because I’m about to come undone the same way my hair did. And it’s not gonna take much to push me through to the other side.
I don’t want it to stop yet. So I suck in a breath and grip his head with both hands, stilling him. “I’m gonna ruin this good time if you keep going like that.”
“Ruin it?” He chuckles, blowing a breath right up against my sweet spot.
I hiss and squirm. But he’s got his hands on my hips, holding me steady. His tongue still working between my legs. I’m biting my lip, and clawing at his shoulders, and moaning, and protesting, and writhing.
But he keeps going.
And then things are coming out of my mouth that I’ve never said before. “Yes. Oh, my God. Lick me, Collin. Yes, yes, yes… right there. Lick me right there.”
I’m coming—my body shaking, legs trembling, head thrown back, mouth open and moaning—just as he slips my panties aside and pushes a finger inside me. Then I’m absolutely losing my shit. It’s like… I don’t even know what it’s like. I’ve never experienced a climax like this before in my life. It’s wave after wave and I can’t even contain the groans and whimpers slipping past my lips.
Collin pulls back and I open my eyes just in time to see him lick his lips. Then he pushes my legs closed and rips my panties down my legs. He grins as he pushes my legs open and I’m still feeling the waves of pleasure from the climax. Yet I am ready for him again.