Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 144832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 724(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 724(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
“Look how sexy you are.” He knelt behind her, his hand sliding between her thighs, spreading her legs apart farther. “I love how slick you get for me.”
She watched in the mirror as his head lowered slowly. Her breath hissed out of her lungs and she couldn’t breathe as his tongue ran up her inner thigh and then licked at her swollen lips. His teeth nipped, teased and then scraped at her clit. She moaned and tried to look away but was mesmerized by the sight of him as he moved to the other thigh and repeated the action. His dark hair spilled around her lighter skin. She not only felt it, soft and silky, brushing against her cheeks and thighs, but saw it, looking so erotic in the mirror.
The burning in her core seemed to increase beyond what she’d felt earlier, and that was a little scary. He licked at her, plunged his tongue into her, stabbing deep and then licking along the seam between her cheeks and thighs before straightening. She saw his fist clamp around his cock and he began to pump. He looked so sexy in the mirror. She pushed back into him.
“Taviano. What are you doing?”
“Waiting.”
“For what?” She glared at him in the mirror. Or she tried to. Her gaze was on his cock. She couldn’t help it. He looked huge and still growing and she was burning, her hips bucking, trying to push into him, trying to capture his slowly pumping cock.
“I’m a gentleman, piccola. I wouldn’t want to just take advantage of your position without your consent.”
She licked her lips again. “Taviano, I would very much like you to put your cock in me.”
“How would you like that done? Hard? Gently?”
“Any damn way you like, just get it the hell moving.”
He didn’t wait. One moment he had his fist pumping his heavy erection, the next he had pressed the broad head to her slick entrance and thrust hard, burying himself deep. Lightning seemed to streak through her body as he drove her forward. She went to her elbows, her bottom up in the air, her head to one side, gaze fixed on the mirror, watching.
There was no way she could have looked away from the sight of his body moving in and out of hers. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever witnessed. He pulled nearly all the way out, and she could see his thick shaft glistening wet in the sunshine, gleaming in the mirror, and then disappearing again into her body.
She looked small and even delicate with Taviano’s larger body looming over hers. His hands were at her hips, dragging her back into him, over and over. Each time he thrust into her, he buried himself harder and deeper, his fingers digging into her hips, jerking her into him. She couldn’t take her gaze from the sight.
Every muscle in his body was defined. His face was carved with a kind of carnal lust mixed with passionate worship. He was a blend of sensuality and dominance that merged so perfectly, it only added to the fire sweeping through her. She could see her own body moving with his, thrusting back in rhythm, and he was right, it was sexy, the rippling of her muscles, the swaying of her breasts, the way he suddenly caught her hair and pulled her head back so her back arched and the line was extremely sensual.
Her breath sawed out of her lungs, turned ragged. Tension coiled. She didn’t want it to end. She wanted him in her, filling her like this. It was beautiful. She felt triumphant. She felt exhilarated. She felt powerful. Most of all she felt loved and loving. This was a rougher sex, but no less loving, and she recognized that immediately. Every stroke, Taviano made certain, was for her pleasure. She pushed back, squeezing her muscles, making certain that everything she did was for his.
She felt him thickening, stretching her more, one hand stroking her clit, then her back, then her cheeks, soothing her, so that the flames banked just enough to keep her from flying apart. She found air and whispered his name.
“Taviano.” Velvet soft. A whisper of love. So intense.
“You’re my magic, tesoro,” he said. “Look at you. Look at us. So damn beautiful, you make my heart ache.”
He started all over again. A slow buildup, pulling almost all the way out until she could once more see the very edge of that thick, broad head. She wanted to hurry him, wanting the flames licking over her skin again. Desperate for him to send those fiery forks of lightning streaking through her body to every nerve ending. She wanted fast and hard. She got slow and easy. She got that smoldering burn that built and built until it was on her, and then it was crashing through her like a runaway train. Only then did Taviano go back to his furious pace, this one hard and deep, dragging her body into his all over again.