Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
I came behind London as she stood at my dresser, and I ran my finger up her arm. I moved up until I reached her shoulder, feeling her skin prickle under my touch. Her breathing changed slightly, reacting to my sudden proximity. She was an expert at reading my mood, especially at times like this.
My hands circled her waist, and I pressed my mouth against her ear. “I missed you.” I let my hot breath enter her ear canal, knowing she liked it. I’d been sleeping with her for six months. I knew all the things she enjoyed.
Her hand moved behind her shoulder and around my neck, her fingers digging into my skin as they moved into my hair. Since I’d confronted her on the street, we still hadn’t kissed, probably because we both knew where it would lead. “I missed you too.”
I pulled her tightly against me, wanting her to feel how hard I was for her. The second she set her things in my drawers, I was reminded of scorching nights with her within the stone walls of the castle. There’s nothing I wouldn’t give to go back in time and take advantage of those perfect moments. “When you were with him, did you think of me?”
She tensed in my arms.
I waited for her answer.
“Yes.”
I gripped her tighter. “Did he make you come?”
She moved against me, her perky ass against my crotch. “Yes…”
“But did he make you come the way I do?” I hated myself for allowing another man to touch my woman. If I’d just kept her close, this never would have happened. But I would make her forget he was ever between her legs.
“No…no one does.”
Good answer.
“Did you think of me when you were with them?” she whispered.
I yanked on the neck of her t-shirt and pulled it to the side so I could kiss her bare skin, sealing my mouth around the area and giving her a gentle nick of my teeth. “Yes. They were nothing compared to you.”
She leaned back into me and turned her head my way, her breaths falling over my skin.
“Just you and me from now on.” My hand slid down her stomach and into the front of her jeans. My fingers found her underwear, and I slipped them under the lacy material. “Understood?”
She took a deep breath when she felt my fingertips reach her clit. “Yes…”
I rubbed the nub harder, feeling her writhe against my chest. I knew when I slid inside her warm channel it would be as incredible as I remembered. But I was torturing myself, taking my time to make the final moment truly incredible. I loved making her feel good, making her heavy breathing escalate the longer I touched her. I used another finger to rub her, to massage the area aggressively and make her nerve endings go off. Listening to her moan quietly was just as satisfying as if I were deep inside her. My mouth moved over hers, and I kissed her as my hand pleased her, making her want me more with every passing second. I wanted her to beg me to fuck her, beg me to rip her clothes off.
Her hand cupped the back of my hand, and she kissed me back with the same desperation. Her tongue dove into my mouth, and she filled my lungs with air as she breathed through the pleasure.
Kissing her was just as I remembered—powerful, blinding, and sensational.
How did I go so long without kissing her?
She gripped my wrist and steadied my hand just as she moaned into my mouth. “Stop.”
My fingers kept going. “I’ll stop when I feel like it.”
“I want to come when you’re inside me…”
My fingers slowly stopped as I kept my face pressed against hers. I wanted to watch her face contort into a look of immense pleasure as she came for me. I could make her come now and again later, but my cock was anxious to feel her tighten around me.
I pulled my fingers out of her pants and placed them in her mouth.
She sucked them immediately, her eyes on me.
My cock twitched in response as I watched her suck her own pleasure off my fingertips. She wasn’t kinky or adventurous in bed like some of the women I’d been with, but she had a special touch that made her incredible. I didn’t miss the threesomes or the strippers. Why would I want them when I could have London?
I pulled my fingers away and got to work removing her clothes. Her pants were undone and the shirt was gone, and she turned around and did the same to me. With anxious fingers, we peeled away everything until we were both laid bare. I stared at her small and perky tits, missing the way those hard nipples felt in my mouth. I appreciated her perfect hourglass figure, the way her slim waist curved inward with flawless skin. The small muscles of her core could be seen, and they shifted under the surface every time she moved.