Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
“Yes, yes, eyes,” I panted out. I’d do anything if he’d put his tongue back on me. I’d never imagined something could feel this good. My heavy lids opened half-mast and I gazed down at him. He lowered his head again and his tongue flicked my tender flesh, eliciting another moan. Fireworks were detonating under my skin, the glitter raining through my veins and a furious pulsing of pleasure was swelling and receding right where his tongue was now lapping at me.
Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.
His eyes met mine as his tongue worked my pink nub, sucking it and kissing it. The room spun, that pulsing growing stronger. I gasped loudly as he put one finger inside me, never letting up what he was doing with his mouth. He moved his finger in and out of me, and I could hear the slick sounds of my arousal as he used one finger for a minute, and then two.
His tongue licking at me rhythmically was delicious bliss, and the addition of his fingers moving in and out of me was ecstasy, but the sight of his head between my legs was my undoing. The look of my thighs stretched out around his silky hair, as his head bobbed and worked between my legs, was so erotic that within less than a minute, the pulsing in my core rose to a fever pitch. I screamed as I shattered around him, waves and waves of pure bliss exploding through my body.
When I opened my eyes, I had fallen back on the bed and Carson was over me. I was still trying to catch my breath, the throbs of pleasure slowly fading. “Good, baby?” he asked.
I couldn’t help the laughter that erupted out of me. He had told me he could make me come, and God, had he delivered. I might never recover. “God yes” was all I could manage.
He leaned down and kissed me and I tasted myself on his mouth. There was something even more personal about the fact that I was sharing that with him, and it was a reminder of where he’d just been. Another surge of heat raced down my spine at the memory of that picture and I shivered. Already, my body was greedy for more of what he had just given me.
As Carson swept his tongue inside my mouth, he rubbed his chest on my nipples and I moaned. He pulled away and whispered, “You want me inside you, don’t you, buttercup?” His voice sounded deep and raspy.
“Yes, yes, please.” I couldn’t believe he had just given me the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life and less than five minutes later, I was begging him for more. There was still a steady throb deep inside me that I knew would only be quenched by him pushing into my body and filling me.
He stood up and walked over to the desk where he had thrown his wallet and pulled a condom out of it. “Scoot back, Grace,” he said, as he started climbing back over me. He wasn’t smiling anymore, and neither was I. I was mesmerized, watching his beautiful, naked body flex as he moved away from me and then back again, so powerful and perfectly male. I watched as he tore the condom wrapper open with his teeth and rolled it on. His erection looked almost painfully engorged, red and standing straight at attention. That’s going to be inside me in a minute, I thought. As I looked up and my eyes met his, something flared between us. A look crossed over his face, something I couldn’t identify. It made him look momentarily… younger, maybe even slightly vulnerable. Or maybe my brain was just misfiring.
I scooted up the bed and waited for him to join me. “Pull the sheets back, buttercup. I don’t want you to get a chill.” It was a funny thing to say, considering that I still felt like I was on fire. But I guess the air conditioner was on high. Or maybe he just intended on taking his time with me. A thrill shot through me and my stomach clenched. I lay back, wondering what he was going to do. I realized that for the first time I could ever remember, my mind was empty—at least to anything except the sensations that Carson was bringing me. I relished it. To let someone else make the calls, to give someone else control, at least temporarily, it made me want to weep with relief. I didn’t ponder it very long; I just enjoyed it.
I pulled the sheet back and scooted under it, and then Carson climbed under it too and leaned back over me, his eyes heavy with heat. “I’m going to take you hard, Grace. Tell me if it’s too much, okay?”