Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
But just as suddenly his weight is gone. He’s rolled off of me and onto the bed. My body is cold without him on top of it. I want to reach out and take his hand the way he did mine earlier. I messed something up. He barely gave me a chance, and I messed it up.
After several long moments, I croak out, “Are you mad at me?”
“No.” The single word is clipped.
I wait for him to tell me what happened, to explain why he stopped. Then I remember what he said earlier about not being the guy who was going to write me poems or say greeting card stuff. Roman isn’t a talker. He’s not going to express those feelings unless I push him. “Then...what happened?”
I chance a glance down at the place between his legs but no, that bulge is still there. It looks even larger than I remember.
He’s quiet for so long that I don’t think he’s going to tell me. “Gabby, when I’m on top of you and kissing you and you’re not responding, it gets in my head that you aren’t into it. And fuck, that’s not a turn-on for me.”
I make a growl of my own, frustrated. We were so close a moment ago. “It’s not fair for you to be impatient with me because I’m inexperienced. I want to touch and kiss you back but I don’t know what I’m doing or how you like to be touched—”
He rolls on top of my body again and leans down to press a soft kiss on my forehead. The gesture is oddly reassuring. He still likes me. “You don’t have to be anxious. Touch me in any way you like.”
I put my hand on his face, cupping him the same way he did me. “Like this?”
He leans into my hand. “Yeah, if I touch you in a way you don’t like, tell me. I’ll do the same. You don’t have to be afraid. There’s only you and me here.”
My cheeks turn pink, and I whisper, “Can you do that thing you were talking about earlier?”
“Tasting you?”
I manage to nod and remind myself not to be shy. “I have...thoughts...about you doing that to me.”
His eyes do that thing again where they’re smiling. “You want me to go down on your sweet little pussy and lap up all your cream, kitten?”
I whimper at his words, and he wastes no time kissing his way down my body. His scorching kisses leave me clutching the sheets. The ache between my thighs grows with every gentle kiss, every soft nip of my sensitive flesh.
I’ve fantasized about his head between my thighs so many times, but I never imagined I’d get to experience it. Maybe that’s why I tell him about my secret. “When I sleep in your bed, I always wake up wet. It drips down my legs, and I have to get up to shower. But even touching myself, it’s not enough.”
Pure fire is in his gaze now. “Poor kitten. I’m going to take care of that ache.”
He reaches for my panties and pulls them down. He doesn’t toss them away, instead, he brings them to his face and inhales deeply. Watching this powerful man sniff my panties is somehow one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen.
He tucks away the material into the pocket of his dress pants. The idea that he might use them to get himself off later has more juice gushing from my pussy. He hasn’t even touched me, and I’m already thoroughly soaked.
He spreads my thighs and wedges his shoulders between them so I can’t close my legs. I like that he’s keeping me open, that I can’t hide anything from his knowing gaze.
He licks the inside of my thigh. “You don’t try to satisfy this pussy anymore. When it aches, you bring it to me. Understood?”
I love the deep, authoritative tone of his words. I love the feel of his tongue on my skin. But most of all, I love the idea that this is the first of many times he’ll satisfy me. “Understood.”
He licks the other thigh and says, “Good girl. This is my pussy now.”
Then without waiting any longer, he licks a broad stripe along my pussy. His tongue feels even better than all of my deepest fantasies. He traces my folds over and over again, pushing me closer to the edge. Then he finds my clit. He circles it until I’m whispering his name as the most powerful orgasm of my life rushes through me.
As the white lights behind my eyes slowly fade and I become aware of my body, I realize I’m lying on top of him. Roman has moved me over his body. My legs are over his hips, and I can feel his bulge. But he’s still clothed while I’m naked. The clothing disparity is too much, and I reach for his belt buckle at the same time I fight a yawn.