Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
“Are you restraining yourself?” I ask.
“Yes.”
Slowly, I lower my fingertips to the top of his abdomen, watching it shudder and tighten in fascination. “Why?”
“After what I just told you…” His forehead is gathering a sheen. “I’m not going to attack you like an animal, Meg.” He swallows hard and gives me a look rife with meaning. “Next time, though. Next time, I will. Do you hear me?”
I suck in a breath when my nipples tighten, fast and painful, an ache erupting between my thighs. I’m finding a lot out about myself tonight. How much I’m willing to overlook when a man makes me feel like this. How I like the blunt way he speaks to me. How I’m pretty sure when he executes his promise, I’ll like that, too.
“For now, I want to see what you do.” He stacks his hands behind his head and shifts to give me full access to his powerful body. “There are no wrong choices, Meg.”
The ink on his skin draws me closer, inviting just the barest touch of my lips on his hip. “What if I lick your body the way you licked mine?”
His stomach hollows with a shudder. “Oh fuck. Please.”
I let my tongue out of my mouth, finding the smooth heat of his hip bone, tracing a slow path to his belly button. To go any further, I have to kneel and bend over him and I do that now, skimming my palms over his chest and shoulders while my tongue dampens the colorful patterns that decorate his body. In my periphery, I can see his sex stiffening into a monument beneath the sheet, his hips jerking and undulating when I reach his nipples and lick them soundly, his hoarse epithets making me stay there longer than anywhere else, before my face visits his neck, kissing and biting him there, enjoying his scent.
Remembering what he did to me in the field last night, I raise my head slightly, finding Koen watching me through glazed blue eyes. “Can I lick you…down there, too?”
“Yes, baby. You can.” He turns his face and nuzzles mine, his breath turning shallow. “You can lick it, kiss it, suck it, stroke it, tease it. Put it inside you. Sign your name on it. Just make sure it’s the last one you’ll ever see.”
We turn our heads and gaze down the length of his body together, my middle finger playing in the trail of hair below his navel. He makes an anticipatory sound when my touch slips lower, gripping the sheet and slowly uncovering his thick erection. My mouth dries up at the sight of it, the beating veins running every which way, the engorged head. Even with my precious little experience, I know it’s sensitive to the touch. I just know.
“Are they supposed to be that big?” I ask, sifting my fingers through the black hair at the base of his sex, hesitating a moment, then fisting him.
Hissing like a tea kettle, he lifts his hips sharply. “No,” he slurs. “God must have decided that Meg deserves a little more cock than everyone else.” I start a gentle stroke that tightens gradually while I move my body into position between his legs, my attention rapt on the slit at the top of his shaft, how pearls of moisture continue to appear…and I ache to taste them. There are no wrong answers.
With those words of encouragement echoing in my head, I bend down and lap at the newest glistening pearl, bringing it into my mouth and moaning over the salty earthiness of Koen. A rash of heat spreads down my body, that secret spot beginning to throb between my thighs. “Tastes so good.” My fist travels up and down the length of him, picking up speed. “If I suck, will more come out?”
“Oh my God.” His head is pressed back into the pillows, neck straining. “I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve her.”
“Yes, you do.” I lower my head, dragging my lips side to side across the tip of his arousal. “But you’ve got me, either way.”
“Meg,” he chokes out, throat muscles working in a pattern. “Meg.”
“If I suck it…?”
“Yes,” he pants. “More will come out.”
I don’t know how to describe the change that comes over me once Koen’s steely sex is in my mouth, but it’s as though I’ve been starved for this, for him, my whole life. More heavenly pearls find my taste buds and I whimper over the essential taste, purring when one of them flings to the back of my throat and slides down, down into my tummy where it belongs. More. I want more. I need more.
I want the entire length of him to feel the suction at once, so I push my lips down as far as they’ll go, watching his stunned and lustful expression while I suck as hard as I can, all the way back to the tip, but I don’t release him entirely. No. No! I refuse. I’m greedy for this big, salty part of him, my temperature spiking over the pulsations of those veins against my tongue. I hold the very life of him in my mouth. It’s a privilege.