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)
I sat up, blood rushing in my ears as I cupped his crotch. “Is this mine?”
He groaned and nodded, eyelashes fluttering. “Baby, it belongs only to you.”
I released him to cover the hand he had pressed between my legs. “Then this is yours.”
Fyfe kissed me again like he needed me to breathe. No one had ever kissed me like that. Like I was … essential.
He only broke the kiss to whip my underwear down my legs. His expression had hardened with want and I knew his patience had snapped. My lower belly squeezed with anticipation. I raised my arms to let him haul my tank top off and as he threw it away, I unclipped my bra and shrugged out of it.
“Fuck me,” Fyfe muttered as he lifted my breasts into his palms, and a shiver skated down my spine. I moaned as he gently caressed and squeezed my tits. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Bone-deep beauty.” His lips hovered over mine. “I’m the luckiest fucker in the world.”
“Fyfe … I need you.”
He gave me a wicked smile and pulled my arse along the table until I was almost hanging off it and then he pushed my thighs apart. Fyfe lowered to his knees and I groaned. “Yes, yes …”
Fyfe smoothed his hands along my inner thighs, gazing up at me with that cocky smirk. “Patience, baby.”
“Fyfe Moray, you better put your mouth on me right now or I might just come without you.”
His rumble of laughter blew across my pussy.
I lifted my hips, my fingers curling into the edge of the table. “Please.”
In answer, Fyfe’s tongue explored me in a long, slow lick up to my clit. I groaned as sensation spiked down all four limbs. Arousal tightened in exquisite need low in my belly as my heart pounded. My gaze dropped to his, our eyes locking. Excitement shuddered through me at this fantasy brought to life. Fyfe Moray’s handsome face buried between my legs.
His fingers dug into my thighs as he licked and sucked at my clit. Just when I would be on the precipice of coming, Fyfe would abandon my clit to push his tongue inside me. He closed his eyes, his grip tightening, and I felt that inner tension grow even tauter at the sight of him tongue-fucking me like he was in ecstasy. Then he returned to that bundle of tormented nerves at my apex, drawing my clit between his tongue and teeth and sucking hard. My body tensed, my thighs closing on him, my chest heaving and shuddering as the sensation spiraled toward explosion.
My cries filled his house as I arched my back, my fingers threading through his silky thick hair to hold on. “Fyfe! Oh god, oh god, oh, ohhh!”
He growled at the tug on his hair as I shattered. I shuddered and shook against his mouth as he lapped up every drop of my orgasm.
When I opened my eyes, Fyfe stood, wiping his mouth with the bottom of his T-shirt. He was visibly very, very hard in his joggers and he looked ready to fuck me until I came a million times over.
I was still trying to catch my breath and hold myself up as he gripped my hips and growled against my lips, “Now we’re going to my bedroom so you can ride my face before I ride you hard and good.”
Surprise flew through me and I gasped.
Fyfe’s eyes narrowed. “What? I thought you liked the dirty talk?”
I swallowed, disbelieving … but … “I do. I do … but … I had a dream. A sex dream.”
His eyebrows rose. “Hopefully about me.”
I grimaced. “Of course about you. It was the night after we kissed at my place.”
“And?”
“It was so vivid, Fyfe. Like, I could have sworn it was real it was so vivid.”
“I would have remembered sex with you, sweetheart,” he said gently.
I smiled, reaching to cup his face. “I know. It was just a visceral sex dream … in which I rode your face and then you fucked me. And I thought it was just my fantasy … not … not a premonition.”
He grinned, a secretive smile that made my heart skip a beat. “Baby, do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about you riding my face?”
“Seriously?”
“But to be fair, I’ve pretty much fantasized about taking you in every sexual position known to man.”
I shivered, sliding my arms around his neck. “Well, that’s a lot of positions to get through. We should probably get started.”
Thirty-Five
EILIDH
Somehow we made it to his bedroom.
Facing each other. Breathing hard. Me naked. Him still fully clothed.
Fyfe whipped his T-shirt off first. Then his socks. His eyes never left mine as he pushed his joggers and boxers down his legs. He was impressively hard as he kicked himself free of his clothing. He stood before me, at ease with his own nakedness (as he should be), and I devoured him with my gaze. So muscular. So strong. His happy trail led to the cock that strained toward his stomach. Thick and throbbing, precum glistening at the tip. His thighs were crafted with hard work and martial arts, his calf muscles popping as he shifted on his feet.