Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
She put her arms around my waist and smiled up at me. “I’ll be thinking about you. And I’ll see you bright and early.”
“I’ll be thinking about you too.” I slipped an arm around her waist and kissed her quickly, before my body could get too excited. “Goodnight.”
“Night.”
I watched her leave the room with half a hard-on and a heavy heart but told myself it was probably for the best.
As it turned out, however, I saw her long before bright and early.
But first, I heard the click of the door as it shut.
Felt the shift of the mattress as she climbed onto it.
Smelled her perfume.
Rolling onto my side, I stared at her in the dark, wondering if this was a dream.
She peeled off her shirt and tossed it aside. “I couldn’t stay away.”
I reached for her, turning her body beneath mine, pinning her wrists to the mattress and kissing her savagely, possessively, like she might try to escape. “Good.”
“Do you think we can be quieter this time?” she whispered.
“I don’t know,” I told her, keeping my voice low as I moved my mouth down her throat and chest, inhaling her scent. “We can try.”
She laughed softly, but it turned into a sweet little moan as I stroked her nipple with my tongue. I moved my hand to the other breast, kneading it gently before teasing its stiff upturned peak with my fingers. She cradled my head in her hands and arched her back as I licked and sucked and traced circles. “You’re not helping,” she whimpered. “That feels so good.”
“I’m just getting started.” Moving lower, I kissed my way down her stomach before sliding her underwear off her legs. I pushed her knees apart and pressed my lips to one soft inner thigh, then the other. “And I plan to be here for a while.”
“No, no,” she whispered frantically, trying unsuccessfully to grab me by the arms and yank me up. “What are you doing?”
“I’m keeping a promise.” I put my tongue between her legs and stroked her, soft and slow, again and again, up, down, side to side.
“We don’t . . . we don’t have time . . . for that particular promise.” But her grip on my biceps loosened.
“This is my bed, in my room, at my house,” I reminded her, licking her like ice cream off a spoon. “What I say goes.”
“But—but we have to hurry . . .” Her voice trailed off as I slid one finger inside her, then another. She was warm and soft and wet, and my cock bulged with need.
But I would not be rushed this time.
“There will be no hurrying tonight,” I whispered as she fell back on the mattress. I eased my fingers deeper. “Scream into a pillow if you have to, but I’m about to fuck you with my tongue, and I’m not going to stop until you come.”
“Oh God,” she moaned quietly. “I’m in so much trouble.”
But she gave herself up to it with delightful surrender, her hands clutching at the sheets, her hips flexing, her breathing quick and desperate as I devoured her like a man starved.
I couldn’t get enough of her taste, the way she moved, those helpless little sounds she was making. Beneath my tongue, her clit grew swollen and firm. Her body began to tighten around my fingers. A moment later, she grabbed a pillow and smashed it over her face, attempting to muffle her cries as the orgasm moved through her.
The tremors had barely subsided when she threw the pillow aside and reached beneath my arms again. I went eagerly this time, crushing my mouth to hers, putting her taste on her tongue. She reached between us and sheathed my cock with her hand, working her palm up and down my thick, hard length.
I groaned, thrusting into her fist until I couldn’t take it anymore. Positioning myself between her thighs, I pushed inside her, choking back the deep, loud moan threatening to erupt from my chest.
She wrapped her legs around me, threading her fingers into my hair. “God, this feeling. I can’t describe it.” She pulled my head down so her lips touched mine, whispering softly. “But I need it. I need you.”
Hearing her say she needed me while my cock was buried inside her was nearly enough to make me lose control, but I held onto it—barely—gliding into her body with long, slow strokes, a little deeper every time. Her hands moved down my back and over my ass, pulling me closer, urging me to go faster. I felt the edges of my strength fraying like a rope.
“I love you inside me,” she whispered in my ear. “I had to have it tonight.”
Groaning aloud, I reached beneath her and dragged her sideways on the bed so the headboard wouldn’t bang against the wall, knowing I was nearly at the breaking point. How many times had I fantasized about her this way—her dark hair spilling onto my pillow, her legs open for me, her breath heavy with desire, her voice soft and desperate as she spoke my name in the dark, told me she needed me, whispered she loved me inside her?