Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
The party lasted until twilight, when all our friends made their excuses. Ava stayed to help clean up, until Lindsey told her she had it covered. I saw them whispering in the kitchen, stealing glances at me while I put away the grill. Finally, Ava got the hint and sailed out of the cabin to her own car.
“You take care of her,” she warned me as she passed.
“I intend to,” I said, watching thankfully as her car backed up down the driveway and turned to follow the access road back to town.
Lindsey and I were finally alone. I went to the kitchen to find her doing the dishes. I couldn’t keep the lustful thoughts from my head, and why should I? Even engaged in household chores, she was beautiful.
I draped my arms across her shoulders, reaching down into soapy water to find her hands. She sighed, relaxing against me. I wove my fingers together with hers, drawing them up out of the sink. I touched her chin with our combined hands, rubbing bubbles across her jaw. I wondered what those bubbles would look like further down, glistening globes against sizzling hot skin.
She turned in my arms to kiss me, her back to the counter. I took my fill, like an exhausted man returning home for the night. Her lips were sweet and inviting, promising hours of passionate lovemaking. I scooped her up, barely giving her time to shut off the faucet before I took her to bed.
“I missed you,” she said as I laid her down.
“I missed you too,” I admitted, unbuckling my belt.
“Wait,” she said, rising from the mattress. Her hands replaced mine at the zipper, gently peeling my fly apart. I watched her concentrate on her task, mesmerized by the workings of her delicate fingers. She dug two thumbs beneath my waistband and relieved me of my pants. I assisted by stepping out of them, kicking them aside before joining her on the bed.
She pushed me down, flipping me onto my back and mounting me. I stared up at her, still fully dressed, hair dangling past her shoulders. I wanted to feel her against me, to run my hands across her skin. I peeled her shirt off, throwing it away to wherever clothes went in the heat of passion. Her bra was next, revealing perfect breasts that were growing larger each day. I filled my hands with their softness, caressing the pink tips in wonder.
I brought her down on top of me to experiment, pulling one of the mountain peaks deep into my mouth. She moaned and wiggled her crotch against my erection. There was still too much fabric between us, but I ignored it, focused on giving her pleasure. The areola pebbled against my tongue, the nipple tightening with every suck. I ran my hands up and down her back, desperate to get closer.
She sat up, depriving me of my candy. I exhaled disappointment, making a play for her jeans, but she pushed my hands away. As I watched, my fiancée yanked my shirt up over my head, exposing my abs to her touch. She licked at my neck, feathering kisses down my chest until she reached my pecs. She lingered for a moment, lapping at me like a kitten. Then she proceeded further down, until her kisses reached my navel.
I could feel my cock swell in anticipation. I put my head down, closing my eyes to concentrate on the sensation. She slipped my boxers off, settling herself between my legs. Delicate fingers gripped the base of my shaft, enveloping me in a loving embrace. When her lips first met my tip, I jerked. I could hear her softly giggle but couldn’t focus on that as her tongue began to draw wet circles around my head.
I moaned with pleasure, my core muscles tense under her ministrations. She opened her mouth wide, inviting me in. I felt my cock sink further and further down her throat until she had swallowed all of me. My loins were on fire. I couldn’t believe my beautiful Lindsey could be such a pleasuring mistress in the bedroom.
She dragged her lips up and down, consuming and releasing me, bringing me to the edge. Her hair tickled my abdomen, sweeping across my stomach with every piston of her head. Her hands gripped my backside, pulling my cock into her mouth. She sucked greedily, as if giving me head brought her pleasure. I couldn’t take any more of it; I was ready to explode.
I pulled her roughly from her crouch, flipping her over so I could lie on top of her. My suspicions were confirmed when I reached between us and found her wet and ready for me. Without ceremony, I pushed into her, filling her all the way up. We met in the middle, each one of us desperate for release. I gripped her hips, and she grasped my shoulders. It was erratic, animal lust, a frantic journey to the top of the mountain together. Every time I sunk into her, she spread her legs wider, ushering me deeper. I thought I would go crazy. It would never be enough. I could make love her every day for the rest of our lives, and she would still make me just as lustful and mad.