Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
The lights are perfect for casting soft shadows. The candles are lit and he’s back in front of me, steeling my breath as he slips my dress off my shoulders, his cologne mixing with the burning scent of the extinguished matches, then he lets it fall around my ankles, a hush of sequins and satin.
With surgical precision, he undoes each strap of my garter, then the clasps at the back. Once I’m standing naked, in nothing but the skimpy panties, he gives me a flick of his chin.
“Take them off.”
Fingers hooked over the lace, I wiggle my hips, twisting the waistband as I slide it down my thighs. And now it too joins the dress and garter at my feet.
He sinks to his knees in front of me, placing his chin at my belly, looking up at me. He catches the top of one of the stockings with his big hands, unrolling it slowly.
“If you say the word stop, I will.” His words say one thing but his eyes tell me another. Then he adds, “Probably. If I can. Maybe. But, doubtful.”
Oh lord. Yes.
“I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to do. I’m not here to hurt you.”
My whole-body ripples with a warm wave of something forbidden.
“But what if I…” I feel my cheeks searing with a blush. “What if I want you to…”
He lifts an eyebrow. A sinful, suggestive eyebrow.
“One step at a time, beautiful. I’ll take care of you tonight. I’ll ruin you tomorrow.”
Tomorrow.
“Is there going to be a tomorrow?”
He lets out a cocky little laugh.
“If you think if you’re vanishing from my life when tonight is over, you’ve seriously underestimated your cocksucking skills.”
I swallow hard, choking down a laugh.
“Okay,” I whisper, running my fingertips down his close-cropped hair. Feeling the heat of him, the strength. “But don’t hold back.”
“Not a fucking chance.”
“I like that. The way you talk. So...”
“Rough.”
“Yes.”
Very slowly, he opens my pussy with his fingertips, and finds my clit.
The pads of his fingers circle and press down.
It feels so, so good. He touches me, knows my body, like a man. A real man.
I hang onto his shoulders and let my head drop back. Keeping his thumb on my clit, another finger presses into my opening, like he did in the dressing room. But slower now, softer. It feels so amazing to be in his hands. Such bliss.
He slides his free hand up my thigh and takes another possessive grip. Now his stubble is between my thighs. A hot exhale of breath warms the tender space below my belly and above my pussy.
And then he slowly, very slowly, parts my folds with his tongue.
“Oh, god,” I whisper at the ceiling, steadying myself on his muscular shoulders, nearly convulsing and doubling over.
Slow circles now, around my clit. Not too much pressure, not too little, just exactly…
“That’s… Oh my god.”
Now up and down, more pressure with the flat of his tongue. It feels so good that I start to rock backwards. A dizzying, disorienting kind of pleasure.
He guides me back to the edge of the bed and shoves me down, like he’s angry, but I don’t care. That only makes it all more erotic.
He parts my legs with his shoulders as he begins to taste me with a fury now. He samples my wetness, closing his eyes as he does.
“You taste so fucking good.”
I ease back into the pillows.
“Thank you,” I whisper at the ceiling.
And feel him smile into my pussy.
I place my feet on either side of his head, heels against his massive shoulders.
Is this heaven? Maybe. Probably. Hopefully.
He groans into my slit, and I look down between my thighs to see him close his eyes as he tastes me. The heat of his breath cools my wetness.
I knit my fingers into his and let my eyes flutter shut. He pushes into my pussy with his tongue, exploring me, loosening me up, I think.
Slowly he penetrates me again and again as he continues to eat me out. And God, it feels good. His confidence, his certainty, it turns me on so much that I realize I’m about to…
“Oh, I think I’m going to…”
He groans a sound of permission into me, and then his tongue sinks in deeper, drawing my orgasm nearer and nearer. It’s effortless. I don’t have to reach for it, I don’t have to find it. It’s just there.
“Now.” He vibrates into me and I’m off the rails.
“Ohhhhh, yes…” My body pulses; my pussy flutters. Everything turns into a shimmering curtain of gold and silver. First it belongs to me, and then it belongs to him.
But this orgasm is new to me. Longer, more intense.
It feels like it never ends. A sparkling trail of lights in my head, a rollercoaster of pleasure and color. All the time, he stays with me. Doesn’t pull back, doesn’t ease up. And yet every lick and shake of his head moves with me, not against me, like he knows exactly what I need.