Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
I brush my fingers over her pulsing clit and murmur, “Is that a bad thing?”
“Oh god,” she moans and shudders. “You’ve been warned.”
“Can I take your pants off?”
“Yes, please do.”
I drop down to my knees since that seems like the best way to tug a lady’s pants off. She helps me, her hands working her jeans over her hips. She steps out of each leg as I tug the denim down, freeing the smoothest, creamiest, most shapely set of legs I’ve ever seen. My mouth goes dry. Her fingers go to my hair, and she tugs me forward, dragging my face to her beige silk panties.
Oh my god, if this is what she meant by lady beast, sign me up for more.
I want it all. I want all of her. I inhale her honeyed scent at the apex of her legs, and then I lean forward to kiss her above the silk before suckling her through her damp panties. I’ve never done anything like that, but it seems right with her. It seems erotic to lick and suckle and tease her through the silk, which is damp from my mouth and her excitement, to taste her like that. I want to be here. For her. With her. I want this to last more than fifteen or sixteen minutes. More than a night. More than a few weeks.
Dang, I’d like to do something special for her. Something that is more than just this treehouse, although a treehouse is probably more adventurous than most people ever get to be. It isn’t candlelight and rose petals, chocolates, or grapes, but it is, well, treehouse-y, and that has its own rustic charm.
I want to know what it would be like to share my life with someone the way my brothers are doing and the way Granny is apparently freaking ready to do. I want to give someone my trust and trust them in return. To share all the cool stuff, the fun stuff, and the hard stuff, too, because that’s how life is, and most people can’t get through it without one dumpster fire or another happening. I want to learn that. To earn it. To keep being worthy of another person’s deepest trust.
The important part is to stick together.
“Take my panties off,” Echo commands, making my brain fizzle inside my skull like candy on the tongue.
I slide Echo’s panties down her legs, and she throws her head back and moans when I taste her there without them in the way. I kiss her like there isn’t going to be a tomorrow for us because, well, there might not be a tomorrow for us. I mean together.
When I look up, I see her circling her nipples, pinching one through her blouse and bra, and I nearly come in my jeans. I flick my tongue over her clit, then dive down to her entrance to taste her there. Her legs tremble against my shoulders, and I can see her belly spasming as she draws in a breath. Her hands fall away and grasp my hair, driving my face into her as she writhes against me. I want to whip my jeans off, press her against the wall of this treehouse or tackle her to the air mattress, and bury myself in her tight heat. I want her to welcome me there, writhe under me, and turn us both to fire.
But that’s not going to happen. I need to have more control. I’m giving her this because she asked me to, and I’m not going to take anything in return. Nothing. Not even if my cock drops off from lack of circulation and my balls explode. This is about her. This is for her. I think, all Echo’s life, people have been taking from her. They’ve been disappointing her, and they’ve done things to hurt her. I don’t want to be one of those people.
“You taste like a slice of heaven topped with cherry pie and a side of whipped cream, cookies, and milk chocolate,” I murmur with a groan as I flick my tongue furiously over her clit.
“Nuh-uh,” she whimpers. “White chocolate is the best. Oh my god, yes, there. Please don’t stop.”
“I’m not going to stop.”
She grasps my hair as though I might be lying, and her hips pump harder into my face. “If I had things to give you, I’d give them to you,” she whispers. She bucks harder against me, and her voice gets weaker as she starts breathing hard. “Okay, maybe I have them, but I’ve never been able to give them. I just can’t, Orion, and I’m sorry. I can’t stay. But no one has made me want to stay more than you.”
“It’s okay.” It’s not okay, but I need to learn how to make it that way.
I tease her slowly with my tongue, changing the pace just to drive her crazy. She makes an ahhhhh noise in her throat and tugs at my hair so hard that my scalp burns. I taste her entrance, teasing her there with my tongue, tasting her all over, and lapping at her sweet juices before I make my way back to her clit.