Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 102754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Apparently, I wasn’t moving fast enough.
Sayla let out a huff, then beat me to it—hooking her fingers under the waistband and shoving the leggings down, lifting her hips off the bed, and nearly taking me with her in the process. I caught myself on my hands as she wriggled beneath me, determined to get free.
“Fucking stupid storm,” she hissed, half to herself, half to me. “I love it for snowing us in together, but these clothes are a nightmare. It shouldn’t take this much effort to get you inside me.”
The raw frustration in her voice made me pause. Wasn’t I supposed to be the one saying that?
She managed to shove the leggings down to where I was hovering, and then I saw her hand move through the darkness. She gave me a sharp little wave as if I was taking too long. The gesture alone had me biting back a grin.
I did something then I never expected in a moment like this—I chuckled because I could picture her expression shifting from sultry to savage.
“I’m not sure what’s funny,” she growled through clenched teeth, “but I do know that if you don’t help me get these damn things off in the next two seconds, I’m going to put my hand between my legs and finish the job myself.”
My eyes widened, and I stilled all movement stupidly.
She didn’t give me a chance to test her. “One Mississip—”
I was already moving, fists clenched on the waistband, yanking the leggings down with zero ceremony. Her legs kicked free of the fabric, and I tossed it aside like it had personally offended me.
Then I dropped back down—this time landing exactly where I wanted: the soft skin of her lower abdomen, just above her pussy.
She barely had time to adjust before I was between her thighs, mouth trailing kisses across her hips as I reached down and used my thumbs to spread her open.
Fuck.
I could just picture her in my mind—wet, swollen, glistening—and it made me groan against her skin. And the way she shivered when the cooler air hit her nearly undid me.
I dragged my thumbs gently along her folds, feeling just how slick she was.
“God, baby,” I murmured, breath warm against her. “You’ve missed this too, haven’t you?”
Her only answer was a desperate little noise in her throat—a needy, aching sound that had my mouth moving before my brain caught up.
I couldn’t hold back any longer.
With a groan I didn’t bother to muffle, I leaned in and swiped my tongue through her slick folds, my body reacting instantly to the taste of her—warm, wet, a little sweet, and entirely addicting. I dragged the flat of my tongue up to her clit and then sucked it between my lips, rolling it gently before pulling hard enough to make her jolt.
“Roque,” she gasped, her voice cracking around my name as her fingers dove into my hair and fisted hard. “I need more now.”
Typical Sayla. Always wanting to speed through this like she’d die if she weren’t filled fast enough. And maybe she would. But tonight, I was going to take my damn time. She could beg, she could curse—but I was going to enjoy every second of her.
Still, I wasn’t cruel, I’d give her some of what she wanted.
I flicked my tongue over her clit again, circling it, teasing, and then sucked hard while sliding a finger inside her. She clenched around me immediately, her heat wrapping tight and wet around my finger, making me groan against her.
Jesus. She felt like sin wrapped in silk.
Sayla moved restlessly beneath me, hips tilting, seeking more friction—always so responsive, so easy to read even when she didn’t say a word. One leg pressed up against the side of my head, the other lifting to hook over my shoulder, spreading her wider and angling her hips just right—a perfect invitation.
I slid another finger into her, slowly, carefully, and her body responded in kind, tightening, pulsing. I curled them both forward, rubbing along the front wall until I found the spongy, swollen spot that made her breath stutter and her back arch sharply off the mattress.
“There,” I murmured, mostly to myself, voice thick with heat.
“I’m close,” she warned, her voice breathy and high.
And then—just as the words left her—her body locked up. A soft cry burst from her lips, and her hips jerked against my mouth as her pussy clamped down around my fingers in a relentless, rhythmic grip. I slowed my strokes but didn’t stop, letting her ride it out, watching her fall apart.
God, I loved this.
The way her body froze except for the wild, uncontrollable movement of her pelvis. The way she tightened around me like she never wanted to let go. And the sounds she made—quiet, almost breathless, but full of pleasure. There was no mistaking what I did to her. How good it felt. How much she wanted it.