Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
I don’t stop suckling her clit. I slide my finger deep inside her, curling until I’m stroking along that spongy special spot that has her body tense and her hips starting to writhe. With one hand inside her, I throw my other arm over her hips to hold her to the bed. I ravage her swollen clit with my mouth as I work her G-spot, and she’s begging me, “It’s too much, Davis. Oh shhhh, it’s too much.”
But I don’t relent. When I feel her body go taut and her pussy clamps down on my hand, she screams my name as the orgasm rolls through her. I can’t resist, tasting her sweetness and licking her until her body lies limp on the bed. Her earlier inhibition is completely gone. Her legs are spread wide open, and she’s sprawled out underneath me, not trying to hide a thing.
I crawl up the bed, still fully clothed, and lie down next to her. We both catch our breath, and when she seems to calm, I pull her into my arms, fitting her against my body.
She leans back to look up at me. “That was… everything.”
I kiss her forehead and lean my chin on the top of her head. “It sure was. I like having you come undone in my arms.”
Her hand tightens on the front of my shirt, and she peers up at me. “Your turn.”
I shake my head. “No, today was for you.”
She gasps and pushes away from me. “Oh, hell no, Davis Jones. That was not the deal. I want it all, and by all, I mean I want you inside me.”
I groan hearing her talk that way, but I try my best to stay strong. “I can’t…”
She blinks at me. “What do you mean, you can’t?” She nudges her hips against me, and sure enough, my hard bulge is evidence that I physically can do what she’s asking.
CHAPTER 17
ABBY
It’s not like me to be so forward, but I say it anyway. “You want me.”
He grunts. “Fuck yeah, I do.”
I shake my head and look at him with confusion. “I don’t understand. Why can’t you then?”
He leans his forehead against mine. “Abby, I haven’t done this—”
I hold my hand up to stop him. “I don’t want to hear about the other women you’ve been with.”
He brings his hand up to cup my cheek. “You don’t understand. I don’t remember any of those women. They didn’t mean anything.” His finger trails down my cheek. “But with you, it’s different. It’s going to mean something.”
I swallow, wanting to ask him for forever but not wanting to press my luck. “That doesn’t explain why you can’t.”
This whole time, I’ve been pressing into him, circling my finger around his erect nipple through his shirt, pumping my hips against his.
He groans, covering my hand with his. “Abby, I don’t know how this even works or the logistics of it. I just don’t know.”
I search his face and see the vulnerability there. As gently as I can, I nudge him. “You’re not leaving here until we’ve done the deed, Davis.”
He laughs, shaking his head. “I’m going to be a klutz, and I don’t want that. I want this to be perfect.”
I grip his chin. “It already is. Now listen. I’m naked, and you’re fully clothed. We need to fix this.”
When he doesn’t try to stop me, I push him to his back. “How about this time, you let me be on top?”
He peers up at me through his dark lashes. “You like it on top?”
I roll my eyes. “I’m not sure, but I’m guessing if it’s with you, I’m not going to care what position I’m in.”
He cups my bare shoulder. “You sure know how to make a man feel good.”
I pat his flat belly. “Well, if you’ll cooperate, I’ll make you feel a lot better.”
Instead of smiling, his face is grim. “Abby, it’s not just my leg. My body is scarred. It’s not pretty.”
I repeat his words back at him. “You trust me, Davis?”
He nods his head, and I pull at the hem of his shirt. “Lift up.”
He lifts up, and I pull the material up his body and toss it to the floor. I’ve somehow forgotten that I’m completely naked, leaning over him, but he hasn’t. His hand goes to my breast, and he plucks my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
I lean back and look at his naked chest. “You know, that day you were mowing grass without your shirt on, I wanted you then.”
This time he does smile. “I wanted you too.”
I lean over, kissing across his chest. He lets out little pants as I make my way across his body. I grab the button of his jeans, and he covers my hand with his. “Let me do it.”
I sit back on the bed, giving him space. He lifts his hips, pulling down his pants to his hips. The bulge between his legs is impressive, and my eyes are glued to it.