Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 89183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Because, obviously, that was in the cards. And she loved that it was.
She loved that Malcolm was so different from her, that he would even think of something like this. And she was entranced by his lovemaking. Her entire body tingled just from her thoughts about it, from remembering the way his hands, his mouth had moved over her. Oh yes, it had been incredible. And he was promising her more. So much more. She couldn’t wait. And thankfully, it didn’t seem she would have to, because she heard his footsteps.
He was coming up with another of the blankets wrapped around his shoulders, carrying a large tray of what looked like meats, cheeses, and French bread.
“When did you get that? I’ve been with you all day.”
“I called in a delivery, figuring we might be too tired and too busy to go to the market.”
She looked at him. Surely he hadn’t thought…?
Obviously reading her mind, he laughed. “No, I didn’t predict we’d be busy in this way. I just thought we might be busy with the cottages.”
Phew. She wouldn’t want him to have seen her as a sure thing. Although, would it really have been a bad thing if he had? After all, it wasn’t like she hadn’t had more pleasure than she could ever have imagined.
He took a seat on the chaise longue with the thick cushions that she’d sat on by herself the previous night. “Come sit with me,” he said.
She picked up the wineglasses and walked over from the railing, where she’d been standing looking out into the night. The moon wasn’t full, giving just enough light for her to be able to make her way to him. But that was just as well, because she might’ve been nervous about being naked with him here had there been a fuller moon.
When she got close enough, he opened up his blanket and spread his legs. “Sit between my legs,” he suggested.
Oh, it was already even naughtier. That hadn’t taken long.
She did as he suggested, moving the blanket around to the front so that they were skin to skin. She settled against him, loving the heat of his body against hers, the hardness of his muscles against her softer skin.
“You feel so good,” he said in a low voice, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck.
That might’ve been the beginning of more lovemaking had her stomach not growled right at that moment. They both laughed.
“Okay, I get it. Food first,” he said.
He loaded a freshly cut slice of French bread with cheese and prosciutto, feeding it to her. Food had never tasted better. It had never been fresher. And she’d never felt more alive, head to toe, inside and out.
When she’d finished it, she gave in to the urge to lick his fingers clean. Not just stopping at that, but sucking them inside her mouth, laving his fingertips with her tongue. She turned her face to the side so that he could steal a kiss, one she very much wanted to give him. And then she fed him. He seemed ravenous, wolfing the food down. Or maybe it was simply that he wanted to get the eating over and done with so that they could move on to other pursuits.
They ate and drank like that until the platter was nearly empty and their glasses were too. And then he was running his hands over her, from her collarbones down over the sides of her breasts and her waist and down to her hips and down her thighs, then he ran them in the opposite direction, warming her skin at the same time that goose bumps rose across every inch that he touched.
“Do you like this? When I touch you like this?” he asked.
“I love it.” Her words seemed to incite him to touch her even more intimately, his hands cupping and caressing her breasts. Learning every inch of her, what made her squirm with pleasure, what made her gasp, what made her moan, and then he was moving one hand farther down, down over her stomach, into the aching flesh between her legs.
She closed her eyes, her head going back against his shoulder, her cheek against his. As he touched her, finding her wet and hot, all for him, her legs fell open naturally to give him better access to her. To her pleasure. Soon, she couldn’t stop her hips from moving up against his hand. Wanting. Demanding. Needing more. And he gave it to her. Everything she needed. Everything she desired.
He moved inside of her first with one finger and then two, bringing her so much pleasure. So much that, before she was even aware she was that close to the peak, she cried out, her body trembling against his as he took her over the edge and then beyond. And beyond some more, to even farther reaches of bliss. But it wasn’t enough. Nothing would be enough until he was inside of her again. Thankfully, he felt the same way, because she heard the tearing of a condom wrapper, and she shifted her languid body just enough that he could put on protection.