Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 135955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
My leg circles his hip as his fingers trail the crease of my thigh and under the lace. I gasp when he glides a finger inside. “Fuck, you’re wet.”
“For you.”
He teases me slowly, twisting and twirling. It doesn’t take much to build me up, my muscles clamping down. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Stop teasing me.”
“My needy girl.”
“You’d be needy too if your hormones were equivalent to a randy teenage boy.”
“Randy teenage boy?”
“Swear to God, if you make fun of me, this morning will be your last blow job.”
“You’d deprive me?” His lips brush mine as he picks up the pace, pumping in and out, strumming my clit until I’m panting.
“Y-y-y-yes.” A tremor skitters over my skin. The familiar build-up coiling in my stomach.
“It’s a good thing we have all night for me to take care of your needs.”
A low purr bubbles in my throat.
“Let go, baby. Give me what I want.”
Electric sparks race through my nerve endings. His fingers go deeper and hit the spot that sets me off. He holds me tight, continuing his assault until I can’t take any more.
“Major!” His name is a moan, my head rolling back as my body bucks into him.
“Hold on.”
I melt, wrapping my arms around his shoulders as he carries me to the bedroom and lays me across the bed. My brain is a scrambled mess. Reality creeps in, and somewhere while I was lost in bliss, my lingerie was removed.
I open my eyes to find him braced over me, his shirt now gone, and eyes a smoldering shade of sapphire. He holds my gaze, kissing his way down, grazing my nipple with the edge of his teeth before sucking hard.
“Gah!” I bow off the bed. Prickly sensations tingle where his stubble rubs.
He moves to the other side, taking his time licking, kissing, nipping, never losing my eyes. He sucks harder, pulling the sensitive peak between his teeth and growling in appreciation.
My stomach clenches and coils. Is it possible to come from sensory overload?
I shift to put a foot on the bed, realizing clumsily my heels are still on.
He releases my nipple with a pop, lowering and taking my leg with him. “Let me.”
He removes a shoe, massaging the arch of my foot with a firm grip, releasing the tension. “God, that feels good,” I moan when he repeats on the other foot.
“On second thought, the shoes stay.” He slides them back on, kissing his way up my leg until he reaches my inner thigh.
“So beautiful.”
I force myself to remain still as he runs a finger along my slit.
“Fucking soaked.”
The roughness in his voice and the dark hunger in his eyes are a direct contrast to the way he gently spreads my thighs.
Flutters take flight in anticipation. He grins devilishly, darting the tip of his tongue to flick my clit.
“All night, baby. I want the taste of you in my mouth all night.”
Inside, I’m melting from blazing desire and need.
My hands fly to his head the second his tongue delves inside.
It’s only been a few days, but it feels like a lifetime since I had this. Sex with Major is always explosive, but today something feels different. The air is thick with sexual desire. I watch in wonder as he savors me—pushing me closer and closer. The soft bristles on his cheeks rub deliciously against the sensitive skin.
My thighs tremble against his palms as my hips thrust.
“Mine.”
I fist his hair, squirming and bucking frantically, feeling my insides burning with carnal need. He growls, the vibration touching everywhere as his tongue dives deeper. The muscles in my abdomen constrict fiercely when he sucks my clit at the same time he slides a finger inside.
It’s coming fast and fierce. I’m unable to stop it. My body knifes up, closing on him.
Rush after rush of ecstasy floods my system, and spots cloud my vision. Tingles prick at my skin as the orgasm lingers, taking me into a haze.
A moan escapes when he runs his lips once more over my folds, loosening my limbs and laying me back gently.
“Think you broke skin that time, wildcat,” he murmurs into my ear, pulling my earlobe with his teeth.
“Hmm?” I’m too spent to reply.
“Julianna, look at me.” The gentleness in his tone breaks through my trance, and I open my eyes to him, linking our hands and pressing them over my head. “I want to see you.”
The breath leaves my lungs, watching his strong, powerful body looming over mine. Somewhere in my trip to the clouds, Major stripped and shifted us so I am fully on the bed. Gently and slowly, he slides inside.
“Are you okay?”
I nod, my muscles narrowing to adjust around him.
“Jesus, too tight.”
“It’s been a year.” His ring glides along my inner walls, and I hum in appreciation.
“Four days,” he counters with amusement.
“Feels like a year.” I struggle to free my hands, craving the feel of his skin rippling at my touch.