Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Someone like me.
My cock jumped, longing for the same attention.
“You’d be amazed at what I’d be willing to beg for.” My voice sounded just as rough as I felt.
Her breath hitched.
“And if it helps any, I know exactly what should happen next,” I continued, lowering myself to her eyeline and shifting my hands to her hips. “If you’re open to suggestions.”
“I’m not against,” she swallowed, “advice. Tell me what you’re thinking.”
I yanked her forward and stood with her in my arms, lifting her from the bed. “I’d rather show you.”
She nodded. Her arms circled my neck, and her ankles hooked around my back as I walked toward the glass door that led to the deck. A flick of the lock and it was open, the ocean breeze ruffling her curls. I didn’t bother shutting the door, just walked forward until we reached the wide railing of the deck. I sat her on the polished wood, then put one of her hands on the support beam that ran vertically.
There was no one else on the beach, and none of the other bungalows could see us thanks to the high walls at the end of the deck.
“You’re going to want to hold on.” A lazy grin spread across my face and I pushed her knees apart. “And you’re going to need to tell me to stop if you want me to. Otherwise, I’m going to show you exactly what I think should happen.”
“Okay.” She braced her other hand next to her on the thick rail.
“Let me have you,” I said, lowering myself to my knees in front of her, putting the apex of her thighs right in front of my face. The words from her book had suddenly become mine, and I meant every single one of them. “And I know this isn’t exactly as vulnerable as my…say, office…would be, but just think, anyone could walk behind us on that beach, and they’d see me on my knees in front of you.”
Her eyes flared wide, but she didn’t look behind her.
I reached for her thighs and slid my hands up her dress until I reached the side ties of the bikini she was still wearing. The strings came loose with two simple tugs, and she was bare to me, all glistening and pink with a tiny strip of curls just above the cleft of her thighs.
Pure, electric need jolted down my spine.
“I want you so fucking badly,” I said, looking up so I could see her eyes. “Let me have you, Daisy. Please. Even if it’s just here, just this one night.” And there it was, the first time I’d begged a woman.
“Touch me, Ash.” The desire in her eyes was my undoing.
This was no longer about her book, and we both knew it. This was about how badly we wanted each other, needed each other. I slipped her thighs over my shoulders and hooked my hands around the tops to steady her.
Then I split her with my tongue and licked a path starting at her opening and up and around the swollen, pink nub of her clit. “So damned sweet.” I’d barely gotten a taste on the plane, but she was a heady mix of sweet and salt as I explored every inch of her with my lips and tongue.
She cried out, one of her hands spearing into my hair as I nibbled and sucked at her. Screw the office, the plane, and everything that waited for us back in Charleston. I was going to keep her here, in this tiny slice of paradise where nothing mattered but her little keening cries and the sweet taste of her sliding down my throat.
Her hips started to move, and I tightened my grip so she didn’t fall, spearing my tongue into her with deep, rhythmic thrusts and nudging her clit with my nose. Her pussy clamped down on my tongue. She was going to be so fucking tight around my cock.
“Asher,” she moaned loudly.
That was fine with me. If anyone walked by they’d know exactly who she had on his knees between her thighs. Fuck, I wanted to put up a giant flashing sign that said she’d found me worthy of getting her off.
I brought the flat of my tongue up to her clit and licked, alternating flicks and long, sensuous strokes, making sure I brought every nerve ending to life as she swelled under my mouth.
“Oh God, Oh God, Oh God,” she chanted, her fingers tightening in my hair, her thighs tensing around my head.
My own pleasure was driven by hers, and though I always made sure my partners got off, I’d never been as focused, as obsessed as I was about wringing every orgasm out of Daisy that I could, starting right here.
“Just. Like. That.” Her words were stuttered gasps.
Her hips rocked against my mouth, and I kept my rhythm and pace constant, only increasing the pressure when her sweet thighs began to shake. That’s when I sucked her clit between my teeth and used my tongue to push her over the edge.