Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
“Yes.” I smiled hopefully.
“It’s a tiny tub-shower combo,” he warned. “Definitely not built for two. But I’ll get you a towel.”
“Bless you.” I grabbed the backpack I’d dropped by the door and took a fast but thorough shower. Wearing the towel around my waist, I returned to the bedroom to find Merry stretched out on the bed in his boxers, face and hair damp. “Did you use the kitchen sink to rinse off?”
“Maybe.” He shrugged as Barney and his chew toy wandered into the room and settled in the corner, apparently to watch the action. “It was that or the hose on the patio, but I couldn’t let you be the only semi-clean one.”
“Oh, I’m more than semi-clean.” I stalked to the bed, letting the towel drop once his attention was riveted to me. “I’m squeaky clean enough for all the things.”
“All, huh?” Tone teasing, he patted the bed next to him. “We have the whole night, which is an awesome luxury. What did you have in mind?”
“Any interest in fucking me?”
“Much.” His eyes darkened with fresh heat. “You’d like that?”
“Definitely.” A blush spread up from my chest. “I know it’s a bit cliché, the theater diva loving to bottom, but it’s my favorite thing, especially with someone I care about. Like you.”
Admitting the caring part made my skin feel a little tight, so I had to look away at the sky-blue pillowcase.
“I care about you too.” Sitting up, he pulled me down for a kiss before tumbling me the rest of the way onto the bed. “And I’m more than eager to fuck you. It’s been a long damn two months of wanting you.”
“And like a month of everything but the butt.” I laughed, and he did too.
“Yup.” Looming over me, he kissed me again, slow and perfect. “I might have made a trip down the condom and lube aisle earlier.”
“Bless you.” I’d also brought some, but I appreciated his thoughtfulness and the subtle hint that it had been a while for him.
Supporting himself on his arms, he swept his gaze over me, a slow memorization like some sort of machine. I resisted the urge to squirm and instead preened from the appreciation.
“You look at me like you’ve never seen a naked person before.”
“I haven’t seen you naked enough.” He dipped his head for another kiss. “And even outside of bed, you’re always the impatient one. You want it how you want it right now.”
“Are you calling me spoiled?” I faked outrage.
“I like spoiling you.” He dropped kisses down my chest, intent rather clear from the way he slithered lower in the bed. “But no, you’re more of a friendly perfectionist.”
I gasped as he licked a stripe up my cock. “Well, if this is what it gets me, I’ll take any label you want to give me.”
“Okay, schmoopy.” Chuckling, he swallowed my cock for real, which would have been delightful enough but turned out to be a prelude to him licking my balls.
“Oh, I like that.” Moaning, I resolved to do the same trick to him as soon as possible. Later. Because right now, Merry apparently thought I was bendier than I looked as he pushed my legs up and back and dropped a kiss right over my rim.
“This good?” he asked, like I might halt the proceedings.
“Very. I’m all-in on all the prep.” I might have been called a pillow princess a time or seven, but as Merry said, I liked what I liked.
“Noted.” He made a motion on my thigh like he was ticking off an imaginary list, and I would have laughed, except he was apparently a rimming expert. He licked and nibbled and swirled, and suddenly, my demand for prep seemed downright silly in light of an overwhelming need to get him inside me as fast as possible.
“Wow.” I moaned and rocked up to meet his talented mouth. “Now. You can fuck me anytime now.”
“Nope.” He chuckled against my rim, lightly teasing it with his stubbly chin. “You requested all the prep.”
I made an indignant noise. “I lied.”
“Ha.” He got right back to the business of rimming me, adding a teasing finger that wasn’t nearly enough.
“I might die of waiting.”
“I’ll take the risk.” No matter how much I thrashed and moaned, he took his sweet time. Finally, he switched from kissing to slick fingers delving deep. And when he found my spot, I damn near levitated like I was back in Pan, soaring above the stage.
“Merry. Please.”
The infuriatingly wonderful man didn’t listen to me, of course, adding a scissoring motion and taking enough time stretching me that if I’d had brain power, I could have done my taxes. But instead, all my focus, every last neuron, was on how damn good this felt. I’d always liked prep, being taken care of and played with, but Merry took things to a whole new level.