Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
I maneuvered her back toward the bed as I gripped the straps of her thong and pushed it over her hips. She didn’t stop me, just as I expected she wouldn’t, and once I reached her thighs, it fell the rest of the way down.
When the backs of her knees hit the frame of the bed, she stilled and watched me stare at her.
How could I not stare when she was so damn beautiful?
I laid her back on the sheets before I gripped her hips and dragged her to the edge of the bed, as if I were about to take her the way I used to when I would come over in the middle of the night.
But if she were ready for sex, she would’ve told me.
It didn’t matter anyway because I had something else in mind. I leaned over her and finally kissed the tits I missed. I went straight for her right nipple and sucked it into my mouth. I gave it a slight bite and made her wince, but I knew she liked it.
She always liked it.
She arched her back, forcing more of her tit into my mouth. At my first touch, she was already writhing, as if my caresses were already orgasmic. Her fingers dug into my hair, and her thighs squeezed my torso. Her breathing was so deep and loud, as if she lost herself the moment I hit her buttons.
I moved to the other nipple and did the same. Warm. Sweet. Perfect. I loved being the recipient of pleasure, but giving it back to her was somehow more enjoyable. I wanted to please my woman every night, all the time, because it was my purpose in life. I wanted to make her smile. Make her happy. Make sure she never thought about anyone else except me.
I dragged my tongue right through her cleavage to taste the sweat that formed there minutes ago. The salt was strong on my tongue, and it reminded me of all our past nights together. She tasted exactly the same. Felt exactly the same.
I moved down her stomach into the space between her thighs. My lips found hers, and I gave her most sensitive area a gentle kiss. The touch was so soft, but her hips bucked instinctively, her breath shaky. When she released her moans, they echoed off the ceiling and reverberated throughout the entire room. Our warm dinner got cold, but I’d rather eat her than whatever was on those dishes.
I started to kiss her harder, drag my tongue over the areas she wanted to feel me the most. She was so sensitive because every move made her react so passionately. It took less than a minute to make her breathe hard, to make her body twist and turn because she couldn’t sit still. She clawed at the sheets, and her moans got so loud, it sounded like she was being tortured rather than pleased.
I knew when she came because everything increased tenfold. She slammed her hands down onto the bed then yanked the sheets until they came loose. She pushed her pussy farther into my face because she wanted every single ounce of pleasure my tongue could give her. “Damien…”
I kept circling her clit with my tongue until she started to calm once more, her high fading away. I’d missed the taste of this cunt. I used to feast on it on a regular basis, and now that it was mine again, I wouldn’t stop eating until I was full.
I pulled my mouth away then moved on top of her so I could get a good look at her face. Her cheeks were red, and her eyes were watery as if she’d cried when she came. She massaged her fingers through her hair and slowly brought her breathing back to normal. She made a deep sigh of satisfaction then looked at me head on. “I forgot how good that felt.”
I tried not to think about her physical relationship with Liam, but I assumed that meant he never did that to her. He never went down on his wife, and that made him a bigger asshole in my eyes. I didn’t do that with any woman unless we had some kind of relationship, but now that I was a committed man, I’d definitely do it all the time.
I certainly enjoyed it.
She reached out her arms to me because she wanted to pull me close. She was satisfied, but still desperate to have more of me. It was love that drew her to me now that her lust had been quenched.
I moved on top of her and felt her tits press against my chest. My hands moved into her hair because that’s where I loved to touch her the most. My lips were soaked with her arousal, and my come was probably still in her mouth, but that was so sexy to me. I rested my forehead against hers and just held her close. I never wanted to lose this feeling, never wanted to let her go.