Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
I expected him to tease me, to drag it out.
But as soon as the words were out of my mouth, a rumbling sound moved through him, and then his hand was plunging under the water and pressing between my thighs.
There was no stopping the moan that escaped me as my legs fell shamelessly open, inviting more.
Elian was happy to provide exactly what I needed.
His fingers slid up my cleft, finding my clit, and rubbing the pad of his thumb over it before moving away to tease around, never quite giving me the contact I so desperately needed.
My hips were writhing against his touch as my head fell back, my breathing going fast and shallow.
Elian’s gaze slid from my face, moving over me once again. Then his free hand was moving out, teasing over my breast, making my nipple twist to a hardened point.
With that rumbling sound moving through him again, his thumb and forefinger closed around my nipple and started to do delicious little rolls that had my hips rocking and my moans filling the bathroom.
“Elian, please,” I whimpered, the need a coiled pressure deep in my core.
His fingers shifted, two sliding inside of me just as his thumb glided over my clit. I nearly came apart just like that as Elian made a little approving sound at the back of his throat.
His fingers started to thrust, and I couldn’t help but let myself imagine him settled deep inside me as his weight pressed down on me, as his lips claimed mine.
Inside of me, his fingers turned, crooked, and started to stroke over my top wall, making a surprised groan escape me as my legs squeezed together, wanting to feel the sensation more intensely.
Elian’s palm flattened against my cleft, engaging my clit as his fingers moved inside me, as I writhed against his touch.
My breathing got shorter and more frantic as he drove me closer and closer to the edge.
“Come for me, baby,” he murmured, his voice rough with his own desire.
Like I’d been waiting for the command, I did, crying out as the pleasure shot through me, making my legs shake and my hand shoot out to grab Elian’s wrist, holding on as the waves kept crashing through me.
Elian’s hand slid from between my legs as I was trying to slow my ragged breathing.
Even sated, I wanted him to reach for me, to pull me out of the tub, to carry me to the bed, to strip then surge inside of me.
It was enough to make me need to press my thighs tightly together again to ease the growing ache.
“How about we make something to eat?” he asked, making the haze of desire pull back.
“Hm?” I asked, still a little dazed.
“Food. You’ve got to be hungry,” he said, his voice still rough.
“I, ah, yeah,” I said, though I was feeling nothing but desire right then.
“I brought some clothes. I’ll meet you in the kitchen,” he said.
Then he was standing and walking away. But not before I saw just how impacted he was by what just happened.
Part of me wanted to call out to him, to make him come back, to reach into his pants, free him and take him in my mouth.
But he was gone before I could say anything.
Surprisingly disappointed about that, I hit the drain, then climbed out of the water, drying off and slipping into the clothes Elian had brought me before moving back out of the bathroom.
I’d been a little too distracted on the way in to truly appreciate his bedroom, but now I stopped to take it all in.
The deep merlot color of the walls, the dark wood bed frame, nightstands, and dresser. There were massive walk-in his and hers closets. One was completely empty, despite his being close to overflowing. Like he was keeping it empty for his future wife.
That thought made a strange tightening feeling move across my chest.
Choosing not to let myself spend too much time thinking on that, I made my way back out into the hall, taking a deep breath that wasn’t full of his spicy scent like his bedroom was.
“Heya buddy,” I said, scratching Kevin’s soft head as I passed him in the living room on my way to the kitchen. “So, what are you making?”
“We are making fettuccini Alfredo with chicken and broccoli,” he told me, making my heart feel all warm that he wanted to include me when it would likely be a lot easier to do it all himself. “I had to order the chicken and broccoli, so that is on its way, but we can get started without it. Oh, I also have to tell you something,” he said, giving me a serious look.
“Okay,” I agreed, spine straightening.
“From now on, there is going to be one of my men either outside in the hall up here, or down on the street. Maybe even both. I don’t want you to panic if you happen to look out and see someone hanging around.”