Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
“Wes,” she said, breaking our kiss just enough to look up at me. “How do we…” Her voice trailed off, a myriad of emotions playing across her features—lust, need, and just a bit of shyness that made me smile.
“I’ve got you,” I said, leaning down to hook my hands behind her knees, tugging her to the edge of the bed before dropping to my knees.
She gasped at the move, but didn’t stop me when I slid my hands up her thighs and slipped my fingers into the band of her pants.
“Do you trust me?” I asked, my voice raw. I waited on her answer like she held my entire life in her hands.
“Yes,” she breathed the word.
Relief uncoiled some of the tension in my chest, and I smirked at her. “Then let me take care of you.”
She lifted her sweet ass by way of answer, giving me the green light to drag the pants down her legs. And I did. Quickly. Her shirt too. She took care of her lace bra, tossing it among the growing pile behind me.
“Fuck,” I groaned at the sight of her bare before me. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
She looked like she wanted to argue, but I didn’t give her time before spreading her thighs apart and moving between them, slanting my mouth over hers in a hungry kiss.
I cupped her face in my hands, taking my time kissing her before gliding my fingers down her bare arms, and filling my hands with her breasts. I kissed down her neck and lower, flicking my tongue over one of her nipples before sucking it into my mouth.
She arched into the move, gasping as I grazed my teeth over it before moving to the next breast and doing the same until both her nipples were peaked and rosy for me.
“Mmm,” I said, taking a moment to look my fill. Her chest rose and fell with her quick breaths, her eyes swirling with need. I dipped my head again, kissing her breasts before moving down her stomach, gently pushing her back until her spine kissed the mattress.
I kissed my way over her hips, along the warm, satiny skin of her thighs, before finally tugging the lace covering her down her legs. My cock twitched at the sight of the long strip of curls that did nothing to hide that she was already glistening for me.
I wrapped my hands around her thighs, spreading her just a fraction wider before dipping my head and licking her with one, swift flick.
“Wes,” she moaned at the single touch, her thighs clenching on either side of my head.
I smiled confidently, and did it again, this time slower. She arched into my mouth, chasing her pleasure as I lapped at her, relishing her heady flavor on my tongue.
Fuck, she tasted like a dream. Sounded like one too, especially when she whimpered with unchecked need.
It was like a shot of pleasure straight to my cock, hearing how responsive she was to my tongue, my touch. I took my time with her, lapping and teasing until her clit was nice and swollen for me. Then I circled the sweet little nub with the tip of my tongue, savoring her cry of pleasure as her fingers speared into my hair.
“Wes,” she groaned, and I smiled against her warmth as she did her best to arch up and get the pressure she so desperately needed.
Fuck one night, I was going to keep her here forever.
“Impatient, are we?” I asked, ensuring that she felt the vibrations from my voice against her pussy.
“Yes,” she snapped, and I laughed against her, dragging my tongue from her center all the way to her clit and back again.
“Have you ever been edged before, baby?” I asked, kissing her clit soft enough for her to feel it but not hard enough to shove her over the edge.
“No,” she admitted, and I fucking felt a drop of pre-come bead on the tip of my aching dick.
Goddamn, I was going to be her first in this regard and that meant more to me than I knew possible. I turned my head, kissing the inside of her thigh, and her grip tightened in my hair, sending bolts of electricity across my body.
“The thing about it is,” I said, kissing her other thigh before splitting her with my tongue again. “It’s about tension. It’s about me dancing you right up to the edge of release, only to walk you away from it.” I kissed her clit one more time before shifting higher, reaching one hand up to massage her breast, my other hand sweeping through her wetness.
“Oh?” she asked, half a question and half a moan.
“Yes,” I said, gently sliding in one finger, then another. “We’ll do this dance until you can’t stand it,” I explained, moving up her body to hover over her. I dragged my nose along the seam of her neck, curling my fingers inside her with the softest of pressure. “And when I do let you come?” I asked, kissing the line of her jaw, stopping at the shell of her ear. “It’ll be so hard you won’t be able to walk properly after.”