Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 114011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
“Since when?”
“Since now.”
He pops up on his hands in some kind of push-up that raises his body off mine. Just when I think he’s going to roll off me, he lowers himself again.
His arms shake as he stays suspended inches above me and kisses me like he has all the time in the world.
I melt into the bed, draping my arms over his shoulders and lapping up the attention he bestows on me. He kisses me slowly, leisurely, nibbling at my bottom lip before pulling away.
He starts to get up, but I stop him with a palm to his chest. His brows furrow, unsure what I mean, but he stops moving all the same.
My heartbeat thundering in my ears, I take his hand. I hop off the bed and tug him to the edge.
“Palmer . . .”
His voice is laced with a warning. His tone is gruff. The sound scuffs against my skin, and I kneel in front of him.
I hold his gaze and slide the elastic off my wrist. My hands go to my hair as I fasten it high and out of the way. Cole watches my breasts move with the motion and licks his lips.
He sucks in a hasty breath, drawing the air in through clenched teeth.
I take a deep breath of my own and then, like the vixen that I am not, I lick the head of his cock.
He shudders, leaning back and catching himself with his hands. “Fuck.” His hips flex forward as I situate my palm over his thick girth.
My thighs are coated with a wetness, sticking together as I get comfortable. I pump him in my fist and watch another bead of arousal form at the tip.
My tongue darts out, licking it as if I’m taking the top off an ice cream cone. The liquid is salty and hot, and I lick the residue off my lips.
He hisses.
“Do you like that?” I ask, squeezing him from base to tip.
He groans in response.
“Aw. Since when do you hate talking?” I ask, teasing him.
His eyes flash a darkness that causes my stomach to clench. “You’re pushing it.”
I grin up at him before putting him inside my mouth again. I swirl the head around, the softness stretched over the hardness of his shaft winding up my libido even more.
“No, I’m sucking it, actually,” I say, the end of my ponytail brushing against his leg.
Cole laces his hands in my hair and tugs, as if he needs relief as badly as I do.
I reposition myself again and lick him from top to bottom.
“Palmer . . . ,” he warns. “Damn it, Palmer.”
But before he can say anything else, I take him in my throat.
“Shit.”
It doesn’t take long to discover what he likes. The rhythm is automatic, the pressure of my hand immediate. With each flick of my tongue, he tenses a little more.
My nipples bead into painful buds. I massage the base of his cock, holding his balls gently in my free hand.
And that’s what does it. That’s what has him removing himself from my clutches.
“I can’t,” he says, pulling me to my feet. “I’m not coming in your mouth.”
“Why?”
He presses a long, wet kiss to my mouth. “Because you’re coming first. And the first time I come, it’s going to be inside you.”
Fuck.
My knees go weak as I watch him dig through a dresser. He turns around and rips the corner of a condom with his teeth. It takes him a quick moment to roll it over himself.
I shiver as he nears.
Everything is heightened. The prickliness of the hair on the top of my head. The heaviness of my legs. The weight of my breasts and the throb in the apex of my thighs.
“Will you ride me?” he asks.
Suddenly, despite the events and confidence of the last little while, a nervous energy spreads through me like a warm summer breeze.
He rakes his gaze over me like I’m some kind of dream. It’s confusing and dizzying and altogether lovely.
“Don’t do anything that you don’t want to do,” he says softly. “But I really want to watch you come. I want to see your body and feel your curves. I don’t want any of it hidden from me.”
He unfastens my bra and lets it fall to the floor. His thumbs hook beneath the waistband of my panties, and he draws them down my legs. I kick them to the side.
Cole takes my hand and gently leads me onto the bed. He lies on his back and guides me on top of him.
I straddle his body, blocking out the way I think I look hovered over him, and focus on the happiness in his face.
He grabs his cock and positions it at my opening.
The sun fills the room, dousing us both in bright-yellow light. It’s warm against my skin . . . just like Cole’s mouth against my nipple.