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)
Maybe I just want him. I definitely want him now, so fuck thinking about what’s going to happen tomorrow. Usually, responsible, rational, planning, ducks-in-order me would never say that, but maybe that version of me has been completely scrambled up, and I can’t find her anymore. Maybe I don’t want to find her again. Maybe the me that’s trapped up against a wall, trying to tilt my pelvis into my hard, hot, hunky husband, is the kind of me who I want to exist.
Orion starts to prove me wrong by cupping my breast with his hand and peeling back the rest of my blouse with his teeth. He uses his thumb to push one side of my bra down, and then, holy flubberguster made-up creatures, he finds my nipple. I thrust my hips into his leg, trying to grind against him because I’m aching and on fire there, and I need him, but he’s pinning me to the wall so firmly that it’s hard to move enough to get any satisfaction at all, which I’m sure is his intention.
His tongue does wickedly awesome things to my nipples which no part of me is ever going to forget, and the ground seems to rock and shift beneath me. The shaking starts up again, vibrating in my very depths as it heads straight for my clit. I throw my head back against the wall and moan shamelessly when he suckles my nipple into his mouth and rolls his tongue over the hard point.
Nope, there is no part of the rational me left.
The only me left is the me who wants to bang my sort of husband on every surface of my apartment for the next twelve hours straight or until one of us collapses from a sex coma. That’s the me who is suddenly inhabiting my body. A me I’ve never experienced before because I have never wanted anyone this badly.
Orion is straight-up evil as he releases my breast just to torture me by flipping the other side of my bra down and claiming the other breast. His mouth is, without a doubt, a place I want to live in and inhabit forever. I finally angle my hips just enough to grind against his leg, and I see stars. A sharp burst of sound escapes from between my lips, and I melt against the wall. At this point, I’m not sure which wall I mean—the one behind me or the one in front of me.
“Oh my god, tear my clothes off,” I instruct so wantonly and hoarsely that I can barely understand myself.
I guess Orion gets the message because he freezes. “Literally?”
“Yes, literally.”
When his hands fist my blouse, I think for a minute that I’m currently imagining things and dreaming the sexiest dream I’ve ever had. But when they tug hard, and buttons go raining down onto the carpet, which is plush, so I can’t hear them fall, I know it really happened.
Strong, sure hands slide the fabric away from my shoulders, then they work around my back to undo the clasp of my bra. He peels that away, and then both his hands cup my bottom before one of them deftly works the zipper on my skirt so he can shimmy it down my hips.
I can’t remember my own name, let alone what panties I put on this morning, but I hope they’re more the kind that says I’m naughty and not I’m actually an eighty-four-year-old woman in a twenty-four-year-old body. Some days, I might feel like it, but right now, I desperately hope I’m not granny panty-ing it.
Orion kneels down in front of me to shimmy my skirt the rest of the way down my legs. I kick off my black heels and glance down at myself, mostly to watch him but also to check out the panty situation. Oh, thank goodness. Pink and blue lace.
“Looks like cotton candy,” Orion grinds out, noticing my gaze.
I giggle because he’s absolutely right. That’s exactly what those cheeky-cut panties look like.
He helps me step out of my skirt, then he runs his hand up my leg, his fingers warm against the silk of my skin. He leans in and shocks me by inhaling deeply. “You smell like cotton candy too. Do you taste as sweet as the last time I tasted you?”
“Oh my god, I…I have no idea.”
Oh fuck, I might pass out. He’s going to taste me again. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my goddddd…
He peels my panties away gently, helping me to step out of them. I feel like a different person with his eyes on me, his pupils blown, his breathing ragged. I guide him to me and throw my head back against the wall. His mouth is hot, warm, dangerous, and splendidly wonderful. The first pass of his tongue over my heated folds nearly sends me straight to the point of coming, but I grind my teeth, bang my hips and ass into the wall, followed by the thunk of my head, and take short, hard breaths to keep myself grounded.