Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
I open my mouth to respond, but my throat is so dry. I can’t seem to form a single word, so I just lick my lips and nod.
“You’re sure?” he asks again.
“Yes,” I say, my voice trembling as hard as my body.
The slow curl to his lips and the smolder in his eyes fill me with such heat, I almost come right there. When he leans forward and his lips brush my clit, I cry out and start to shake. His tongue parts my folds and plunges into my depths, sending me to a level of ecstasy I didn’t know existed. I’m shaking so hard, I’m afraid I’m going to fall off the desk, but Ethan holds me in place, licking and sucking on me, his fingers and tongue dancing along my pussy.
Reaching down, I grip his hair, grinding myself against his face, desperate to have his tongue and fingers deeper inside of me. Ethan licks and sucks, his low groans rumbling along my opening, making me cry out. I’m hurtling toward the brink, and Ethan doubles his efforts to get me there. His fingers and tongue work in perfect harmony as he teases me, strumming my button as he laps my juices. Ethan parts my thighs wider and buries his face, his tongue impossibly deep inside of me. And when I see his warm, chocolate brown eyes looking back up at me, I bite my bottom lip, my trembling turning into full body quakes.
Then all at once, I’m weightless. My stomach rises into my throat, and it’s like I’m falling from a great height. Throwing my head back, I grip Ethan’s hair even harder as I come. His fingers press into my waist as he holds onto me, burying his face even deeper between my legs, continuing to lap as I explode all over his face. My orgasm is more powerful than any I’ve ever given myself. My entire body is filled with fire and I’m shaking so hard, it’s almost like I’m having some sort of seizure.
The waves of ecstasy washing through me slowly begin to ebb, and I loosen my grip on Ethan’s hair. He gets to his feet and his face glistens with my juices, making that fire inside of me burn out of control. He licks his lips and his fingers, moaning as if he’s savoring my taste. As I sit back on the desk and spread my legs wider, desperate to have him inside of me, I try to push away the feelings of guilt and disbelief that cling to me like cobwebs. I can’t believe that I’m doing this, especially after the pep talk I gave myself before I came in.
There is just something about Ethan Collier that has decimated my dam of resolve. Leaving for LA soon or not, I had to have him. I had to experience what it was like to have sex with somebody so good and kind. Somebody who actually seems to respect me. Somebody who seems to value me as much as I demand to be valued. After all, it might be the only chance I get to be with somebody like that.
As he starts to pull his lab coat off, his phone rings. He sighs and frustration crosses his face. It only deepens when he looks at his phone and mutters to himself darkly. He raises his eyes to me.
“I’m sorry. I have to go check on a patient,” he says.
“A doctor’s work is never done.”
He scoffs. “You have no idea how true that is.”
“Rain check?”
“To be continued,” he corrects.
“Looking forward to it,” I say and am surprised to find I really mean it.
8
ETHAN
As I drive along the narrow road, I can’t get my mind off Elodie. I’ve been really busy lately, so we haven’t had a chance to speak since our session in my office, and I want to see her. And yeah, perhaps I want to see about picking up where we left off. There is something about this girl that compels me. I’ve never experienced this sort of instant, soul-shaking attraction for anybody in my life. It’s a little scary. But at the same time, it’s exciting as hell. I have never wanted anybody the way I want Elodie Carter.
Of course, it’s just as possible that when I show up, she regains her senses and decides she can’t do this again, so I’m tempering my expectations. It’ll be frustrating, of course. But I’ll understand. I’m not going to press her to do something she doesn’t want to do and respect her decisions, whichever way she goes. That's why I’m going to Maryanne’s house today. I hope to talk to Elodie and get an idea of whether this is going to happen or if I’m going to need to take a lot of cold showers until she leaves town.