Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Suddenly, that space belongs to the person you care about. Their dreams, hopes, and joy become central to your own happiness, and you’d do anything for them. The way I’d do anything just to make Cassie happy.
“It was my favorite Christmas too,” she admits.
Then I’m kissing her again. My hands are everywhere, trying to feel every inch of her curvy body, the way I’ve always longed to. My fingers tangle in her hair before skimming down her and gripping her round ass. She swings her legs around my waist, and I carry her to the couch. The entire time, she’s pressing kisses to my face and neck, anywhere she can get those pouty lips.
I sit with her in my lap and instantly reach for the buttons on her shirt. Fuck, it’s been killing me since she walked in the house. I’ve been wondering what color her bra is and what kind she likes to wear. Is it those plain serviceable ones? Something with satin or lace? I don’t really care, just as long as my curiosity can finally be satisfied.
She puts her hands over mine and instantly, I still. I want her more than I want my next breath, but her needs come first always.
“West…” She says my name so softly and so tentatively. “I…I’m not ready for everything yet.”
“And by everything?” I ask. I’m pretty sure I know where she’s heading with this discussion, but I don’t want to get this wrong. We’ve spent years dancing around each other, telling half-truths. I want those days to be over and done. We’re honest with each other now.
“Sex,” she finally murmurs. Only she’s not looking at me. She’s staring at the buttons on my shirt.
“Are you…?” I don’t even know how to finish the sentence. All this time I’ve saved myself for her, but I never imagined she’d be doing the same thing. Never thought I’d get to be her first and only.
She nods. “Nobody ever made me ache like you do.”
Primal satisfaction goes through me at her words. I’m the only one who can get her worked up and horny. The only one who can delight her body like this. I take a deep breath and press my forehead against hers. “We don’t have to do everything. But I want to make you feel good tonight.”
“Like on the sleigh?” There’s a slight tremor to her voice that I find adorable. Everything about this woman gets me going.
“But better this time.” My cock is leaking just remembering how tightly her channel clenched around my finger.
“I don’t think it gets better,” she says.
“Let’s find out.” This time when I reach for her buttons, she lets me. She lets me unbutton her shirt until I’m glimpsing her pink bra with the little white bow in the center. Her breasts swell over the cups, revealing full tits that I can’t wait to get my mouth all over.
Her cheeks are pink and she’s still not looking at me.
I put my finger under her chin, raising it. “Don’t look away like this is something to be embarrassed about. There’s nothing wrong about what’s happening between us.”
She licks her lip that’s still swollen from where I was kissing her. “We’re different, West.”
I can’t help grinning. She’s all soft curves and I’m hard ridges. She’s sunshine and joy while I’m the driving rain and grouchiness. It’s why we fit together so perfectly. “That’s the point.”
“No, I mean. You’ve got like this.” She gestures up and down my chest. “And I’m…fluffy.”
I finally understand what she’s saying. She’s self-conscious and the realization floors me. I squeeze her ass, hoping my fingerprints are on it tomorrow morning. “If you only knew how often I’ve worked my cock to the sight of these curves. In my mind, I’ve taken you in every possible position. I’ve had you on your knees, on your back, on your stomach. And every single time, it was the thought of this curvy body that had me coming in my hand and shouting your name.”
Her blush darkens but she gives me a small grin. “You touched yourself to thoughts of me?”
“Damn straight I did,” I answer. “For ten years all I’ve thought about is how good it would feel to fuck my best friend’s little sister. How pretty your tits would be, how noisy you’d be, how tight your cunt would feel around my cock.”
She gasps at my filthy speech. Instead of slapping me for it, she reaches for the clasp in the back and shrugs out of the bra. Just like that, I’m staring at perfection. Her pale pink tits put all of my fantasies to shame. She’s even better than every dirty dream I’ve had.
I lean forward and suck one nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tight bud. She arches into me and tugs on my hair, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop. I’ve been obsessed with this woman for ten years and now I have to know exactly what gets her off.