Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 109783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
“What’s happening?” I asked gruffly, my arms closing around her.
“I missed you.” Her words were muffled but audible.
I tightened my embrace, breathing her in. My hand rested on the bare, damp skin between her tank and shorts. “Me too, sweetheart.”
She didn’t move. Instead she buried her nose deeper against my skin and inhaled.
My balls tightened. “Eils …”
Her lips were at my ear now. “You smell good.”
The husky words, her breasts flush against my chest, the feel of her skin under my hand … I was too drunk to think straight. All I could think about was how amazing Eilidh felt in my arms and how much I’d give my left nut to bury my dick inside her. My hand moved of its own accord, sliding down inside her shorts and knickers to cup her round arse. I squeezed, pressing her closer, my erection pushing against her.
Her breath hitched and then she pulled back to stare into my eyes.
Hers were hooded, smoky with want. She searched mine for a second and then leaned in to brush her lips against my mouth in a whisper of a kiss. I didn’t move. There was this tiny wee voice in the back of my head yelling at me. But yelling what, I didn’t know. Eilidh’s mouth brushed over mine again. And again. The fourth time, her tongue gently licked along my bottom lip.
It was like a spark on kindling.
I groaned, crushing my mouth over hers. She tasted of beer and something sweet. And her tongue … fuck, the woman could kiss. I licked at her, devouring her, sucking on her tongue until she whimpered, clawing at my shoulders. I groaned as she pressed deeper into my body. When we came up for air, my skin was on fire, sweat trickling down my spine, and I had no thought other than the animalistic need to be inside this woman.
My fingers dipped inside her shorts as the desperate need to feel her, claim her, battled and won. Possessiveness roared through me when I discovered she was already wet. She gasped as my thumb found her clit and my mind blanked. I became nothing but my wanting. It took me over. Nothing else mattered but Eilidh and sex.
Eight
EILIDH
One minute we were kissing on the couch, the next Fyfe picked me up and carried me into my bedroom. Seconds after that we were naked.
Fyfe lowered himself to my bed and pulled me onto his lap to straddle him. I dropped my gaze to his cock as it pushed insistently against my belly. He was impressive as he swelled under my attention. I was at once turned on and a little curious to how Fyfe planned to fit that monster inside me.
His arms tightened and I pressed my lips to his, our kiss charged and erotic. My fingers threaded through his hair as I pushed against his erection. Fyfe’s fingertips glided down the curve of my waist, across my belly, and down between my legs. I moaned into his mouth as he pushed two fingers inside me, the moan turning to gasps as he pumped in and out. His lips trailed down my chin, my throat, my chest before they danced across my breast and closed around my nipple.
I threw my head back on a groan of pleasure as the pull of his mouth shot streaks of heat from my breasts to between my legs. So wet. I was so wet. The only time I’d been this turned on was with my vibrator in one hand and my imagination in the other.
I clasped Fyfe’s head to me as he sucked and licked my nipples. My hips undulated against the thrust of his fingers inside me.
I was panting loudly now, his name falling in encouraging pleas for more as the tension inside me increased. It tightened and tightened and tightened until I tensed upon the precipice of release. Fyfe scraped his teeth against my nipple and quickened his fingers, and just like that I shattered around him.
My inner muscles clenched around his fingers as if trying to trap him inside. “Fyfe!”
The orgasm was long and spectacular, and I could barely catch my breath as it eventually faded. I trembled as I sagged against him, satisfaction weighting my limbs.
Fyfe lifted my head off his shoulder, taking my chin in his hand to bring my lips to his. He pressed a sweet kiss on them. “I think you’re ready for more.”
I nodded. “So ready.”
He kissed me again, hungry and dirty, all tongue and mouth fucking. His confidence and innate eroticism were shocking in the best way. He broke the kiss to demand, “You’re going to take every inch of me, baby.”
I reached for his cock, curling my hand around its impressive width, my grip firm as I stroked and squeezed him until he flexed his hips into my touch, his expression slack with pleasure.