Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Surprised, I propped myself up on my elbows. “You want the light on?”
“The better to see you with, cupcake.” His eyes drank me in from head to toe—I wore only my underwear and shoes—lingering on the scrap of black lace between my thighs. He licked his lips. “Is that okay?”
“Yes, it’s just—I’m nervous now.”
“Why?”
“For one thing, I’m naked and you’re not.”
“There’s a reason for that.” He leaned over me, bracing one hand by my shoulder and slipping one hand between my thighs. He caressed me gently with the side of his index finger.
“What—what’s the reason?”
“I’m lining up the shot, and that takes precision.” Bringing his head to my chest, he circled one nipple with his tongue. “Patience.” He gave the tip a long lick before sucking gently. “Control.”
My elbows collapsed, and I flung my arms over my head. He switched his attention to the other breast, and my back arched off the bed to meet his hungry mouth.
“This first part, see, it’s all about you.” He mimicked the circular motion of his tongue with his fingertips over my clit.
“That seems—unfair,” I panted, opening my legs wider, desperate for him to touch me inside.
He slipped his fingers beneath the lace, keeping his touch slow and firm. “I promise, nothing gets me going like making the perfect shot. And if I get naked too soon, I might rush it. It’s not about speed.” He eased one finger inside me with an agonizing lack of haste. “It’s about timing.”
“Oh God, that feels good.”
He closed his mouth over one aching nipple again, sucking harder this time as he added a second finger to the first. Somehow he was also using the heel of his hand against me, applying pressure and friction in just the right way. I felt the tension building at my core, need swelling between my thighs. He withdrew his fingers from me and rubbed my clit with wet fingertips in firm, hot little circles that had my abdominal muscles tightening and my vision going silver.
It was going to happen. It was actually going to happen. I was—
Then suddenly his mouth and hand were gone, and the mattress shifted like he’d gotten off the bed. For a fraction of a second, I was disappointed. Was this going to go the usual way?
Popping up on my elbows again, I expected to find him taking off his pants, but instead saw him drop to his knees by my feet, still dressed. He worked my skimpy black lace panties down my legs and tossed them aside, then tossed my legs over his shoulders. “I’ve been thinking about this all fucking night.”
“You have?”
“Yes.” He kissed each inner thigh. “From the moment I saw you by the window, all I could think about was getting your legs over my shoulders and fucking you with my tongue.”
I watched in utter disbelief as the lower half of his handsome face disappeared between my legs and shivered as his tongue swept up the seam at my center. “Oh God,” I whimpered as he did it again, and then again, long decadent strokes that ended at the top with a delectable little swirl across my clit. My head fell back, my eyelids fluttering closed as he worked his mouth on me, moaning with animal-like pleasure.
When he spoke, his voice was deep and raspy. “You taste so fucking sweet. I can’t get enough.”
No one had ever made me feel so beautiful, so desired, so delicious. There was nothing polite or reserved about the way Joe was devouring me. His hands kneaded my thighs. He lifted my hips, driving his tongue inside me, making deep, growling sounds of ravenous delight. Ravished, I thought from the deepest reaches of my shattering mind. I’m being ravished for the first time, and it feels so good. My hands flattened on the bedding, then clutched at the comforter.
Oh God, please let this happen. Please let me know what it’s like.
Then his fingers were inside me again, plunging deep to touch some secret place within that had the tension in my body spiraling tighter and higher all at once. He licked and sucked and flicked and swirled with his tongue while I writhed on the bed in front of him, until it was all too much and something in me unlocked, some wildness was unleashed, and my legs tensed behind his head and my core muscles closed around his hand and my clit fluttered against his tongue in wondrous, pulsing perfection. He moaned, the vibration of it carrying me to an even higher peak. I cried out with every crashing wave until they faded into the distance, leaving me wilted and panting.
Possibly dead. I wasn’t sure.
When I could finally think straight, I slapped a hand over my mouth. “Sorry,” I said, the words muffled behind my palm. “I was loud.”