Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 97525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
When I couldn't take it anymore, I pulled his mouth to me, my body shuddering when his hot mouth enveloped me, his tongue dipping inside before covering my clit and starting a wet suction and play of stimulation that had me gasping into the air, my nails frantic in his hair, my gaze catching on the faint reflection of us in the window, the picture it showed one of desperate need. I clutched the edge of the table and pushed at his head, unable to—I bucked underneath his mouth, a babble of incoherent words coming out—then I screamed, my hips grinding a frantic pace against his mouth, his hands gripping my hips, pinning me down, keeping his mouth on me as I broke apart.
He relaxed his tongue as I came down, keeping the movement but softening it, the orgasm stretching out beneath his tongue, my breath coming hard, my arms giving out. I collapsed on the table and my legs went limp.
He carried me to the bedroom, my limbs struggling to reawaken, his deposit on the bed gentle, his hands moving my arms and legs into place. He undid his belt and the drop of his pants revealed how ready he was. "Wow." My arms worked enough to prop me up, my eyes flicking from his arousal to his face, catching on the half smile that tugged at his lips.
"You are so beautiful right now," he said, ripping open a condom and sliding it over his shaft, the bob of his sheathed cock tempting, the level of his erection mouth-watering. I bent my knees and spread my legs, giving him the carnal view I knew he wanted, a low swear emitting from his mouth as he kneeled on the bed and ran his hands along my legs before positioning himself for entrance. "Tell me if it hurts," he murmured, moving forward, the head of him pushing inside, the girth causing a pleased moan to slip from my lips, my gaze drinking in the gorgeous sight of my pussy's lips wrapped around his cock.
He was thick. Cut. Groomed. Beautiful. He pushed slightly in, then out, several more inches still unused, the condom slick with my arousal, my sparse hair wet and matted, framing his cock as he took his time, letting me adjust, the slow drag of him so ... everything. I lost intelligent thought, broke from my view of us and looked up to him, his eyes on mine, the look on his face so vulnerable, so raw. He stared down at me as if I was his world, as if our month-long courtship was so much more, as if I already had his heart and he had mine. He worshipped my face with his stare, and the only movement was the rise and fall of his hips as he thrust and pulled at my self-composure. The moment when he fully pushed inside, when he broke past the sweet and moved to the painful, the moment when my body fully adjusted to his length and girth, the need as great as the satisfaction ... I saw it. We said it through our eyes, the words unnecessary, our bond completed as he lowered his mouth to mine and stole a piece of my soul.
I love him.
Chapter 10
I rolled into his chest, my touch finding its way over his stomach, the lines of his body, his abs jumping beneath my fingers as he exhaled. My hand moved lower, sliding under the sheet, a growl coming from his throat as I closed my hand around him, the thick muscle awakening underneath my touch. "Don't start unless you want more."
"Of that?" I teased. "I'll always want more." I gave him a final squeeze and then released, dragging my hand back up to his chest, wanting a few more minutes of this moment. Brant was relaxed, his intensity subdued, his eyes closed, the only movement the rise and fall of his chest underneath my hand.
We lay there in silence for a bit. I closed my eyes and replayed the sex. I didn't enter this relationship a virgin. I'd had seven or eight lovers. I'd had orgasms. A few freaky nights where I'd walked on the wilder side of the sheets. But I'd never experienced this kind of sex. A full session with Brant was one where the entire focus was on only one thing: my pleasure. His orgasm came, it always occurred as the final act, but it was a side effect, not the goal. Brant's goal, each and every time, was to leave me sated, every possible orgasm pulled, tugged, and yanked from my body with his talented hands, mouth, and cock.
I wrapped my leg around him and pulled tighter. His hand squeezed my ass in response. "Tell me about the escorts." I didn't know where the request came from; it jumped out without warning. Beneath me, I felt his body tighten, his hand stopping the lazy exploration across my skin.