Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“I’m thinking about all the ways I’m going to fuck you,” I say, and her cheeks instantly redden. “How many times I’m going to watch you come, how much you’re going to beg for more, how good I’m going to make you feel.”
She looks at me with a combination of trepidation and desire and it fires something up in my gut. There are skeletons in both our closets we need to free, boundaries we need to cross, new ground we need to tread. Tonight will be about resurrection for both of us.
As we kiss, my fingers find the lace of her underwear and delve inside. She squeaks and I pull back to look at her for permission.
“I haven’t waxed,” she says. “I didn’t realize… I mean, I should have—I’m sorry, I—”
I work my fingers lower. “Please don’t tell me you’re apologizing to me for not removing hair on your body that’s entirely natural and healthy. I want your pussy however it’s served.”
She frowns at me as if she’s trying to process what I’m telling her, then I find her clit and her jaw slackens.
“For the record,” I continue, as I circle and press. “I don’t give a fuck if you wax or not. Frankly, at this precise moment, you could be wearing a Spiderman costume and it wouldn’t affect how much I want you.”
A smile nudges at the corner of her mouth and then her head falls back and she gasps as I reach her wetness. God she feels good on my hand. Hot and wet and sweet.
She grips onto my shoulders and I bury my head in her neck, kissing and sucking, almost like I’m trying to consume as much of her as I can. I pull down her bra straps, freeing her breasts, and feel myself thicken as they tumble out.
How have I waited this long? Why have I been holding back?
“We’ve wasted so much time,” I force out through shortened breaths.
“Just what I was thinking.”
Well, no more.
I sink to my knees and pull down her underwear. “I’m going to make you come so hard.”
“Beau!” she half-heartedly chastises.
I catch her hips and hold her still as I bury my face into her pussy. She smells like ripe peaches and I want to eat every last morsel of her. Slowly, I trail my tongue around her clit, circling, dragging, teasing and tasting.
“Beau!” she cries again, more urgently.
She bucks against me, almost like she doesn’t want to give into the pleasure of it. Her fingers in my hair freeze. Without removing my tongue from its new favorite place, I look up at her.
“You don’t have to,” she says.
I’m so dazed with lust, my dick is so full and heavy at the taste of her, it takes me a beat to realize what she’s said.
I don’t want her to ever think that anything I do for her is performed out of a sense of obligation. Slowly, I stand, pick her up, and place her on the bed. I kneel between her thighs.
“Look at me when I tell you this,” I say.
Her lips are red and swollen, her hair deliciously rumpled. She looks so fucking sexy I can barely breathe.
“Tonight you’re going to be appreciated by a man. We’re going to make each other feel good, but no one is going to do anything they don’t want to do. I want to taste you. I want to make you come. I don’t know what you’re used to and frankly, I don’t care. I want you. I want your clit on my tongue and your breasts in my mouth. I want you on my fingers and on my cock, I want you covered in my come, and I want to taste nothing but you for days. That’s how tonight is going to go.” I pause and take a breath. “You good with that?”
She smiles almost shyly and then gives a small nod.
And I get to…play, because this could never be work.
I watch her as I circle her clit with my thumb and then slide a finger through her folds to her tight, wet cunt. She groans and pants and part of me wants pull out my phone and record this so I can watch her every expression on repeat forever.
But I don’t even ask. I get the impression that Vivian is used to being the one providing pleasure in the bedroom, rather than being lavished with pleasure the way she deserves. I wouldn’t want her to say yes to me filming her just to make me happy, when that’s not what she wants.
Instead, I try and commit her blissed-out expression to memory. As my thumb continues to circle and tease, I flick my tongue over her clit, lapping and licking.
My desire rachets up with hers as she climbs higher and higher toward the summit of her orgasm, her back arching off the bed, her hands fisting the sheets.