Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Miles bends to lay a line of soft kisses from hip to hip, and if I weren’t already cushioned on the bed, I might swoon at the sweetness.
Of course, Rick was nothing special in the bedroom, but I wasn’t a virgin before him, and I’ve never been with men like this. They make me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. Like the only woman.
Once my shorts are off, they kiss their way back up my thighs. As their heads start to descend over the place where I’ve never been wetter, I stop them. “I shouldn’t be the only one who’s naked.”
I’m afraid they might feel uncomfortable, especially Miles, but he pulls off his shirt faster than his brother, and reaches for his belt. No wonder—that erection can’t be comfortable being confined.
The men are thoughtful enough to pace themselves so that I can watch them both. Max goes slowly, while Miles makes quick work of removing his pants, treating me to the spectacle of him in snug midnight blue boxer briefs that have me drooling over his long, muscular thighs.
When he pushes his underwear down, my mouth goes dry, and I can hardly believe my eyes at the thickness of his cock.
Seeing that my mouth has fallen open, he grins as he wraps his hand around his length and tugs, making the beast even longer. Even though I’m intimidated, I can’t help but reach for him.
“Can I …?”
He kneels on the bed, his cock bobbing up to his stomach. I curl my hand around it the best I can and stroke it slowly, up, then down, its skin like velvet.
A sound draws my eyes back to Max, who’s unzipping his pants. His briefs are white and contain an equally impressive bulge. When he unleashes it, I find that this is another way the men are identical, though I’m sure there are differences, and I’m looking forward to finding them.
Without letting go of Miles, I gesture to Max, who kneels on the other side of me, so I can grip them both, or try to. Will I be able to please them both? Can I handle this much man?
I manage to stroke them, and as I get coordinated, I start to go faster, but Miles stills my hand.
“This isn’t about us. Lie back.” There’s an authoritative edge to his voice that I’ve never heard before, and I like it.
When I do as he says, he again kisses his way up my inner thigh, much quicker this time, a destination in his sights. He spreads my legs and lies down between them, his face right there, inches away. When he looks up at me, his eyes are dark and hooded, sending a shiver of anticipation rippling through me.
“You’re so wet for us.” He dips his finger inside me first, but quickly follows with his tongue, a gentle press, then a thick swipe that makes me wetter still, when I was already gushing.
A couple of men in my past have had their mouths on me, but it’s quickly evident that they didn’t know what they were doing. Miles knows exactly what he’s doing, and it’s not long before he has to anchor my hips with his hands, because I’m writhing on the bed, shocked as he builds up the sensations inside me again.
Meanwhile, Max, who’s lying beside me wearing only a devilish grin, takes my hand and draws one of my fingers into his mouth, sucking on it, tickling it with his tongue. It’s a wild feeling, and god, he’s so gorgeous, his playful eyes dancing as he watches me slowly come undone.
When Miles wraps his lips around my clit, my back arches and my toes curl and I call out his name. “Oh, god, Miles, I’m going to come again!”
He flicks his tongue back and forth over the little nub, and I go flying over the edge into a climax even more satisfying than the first one, which itself had felt like a release of days’ worth of pent-up feelings.
Miles smiles up at me, and my mind brings a memory forward of how I first knew him, the grunting grump in my yoga class. Now, he’s intimately acquainted with my most private of spots, and just made me lose control.
As I try to get my breath back, Miles moves up beside me, brushing hair back from my cheek.
“That was so good,” I tell him.
“Yeah, it was. You taste better than all three of those desserts combined.”
I’m sure I’d be blushing if my face weren’t already flushed with pleasure.
Miles kisses me, one hand stroking over my stomach and chest, while the other continues to play with strands of my hair.
When his lips break from mine, I whisper, “I want to make you come, too.”
“Be patient. We have all night.”
My eyes go wide. All night?