Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 53880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
I bend to her breast, her nipple puckering even tighter as I blow across the pebbled surface. “I do, but I lied. You are mine, and I’ll kill any man who disagrees.”
With that, I draw her nipple into my mouth, suckling gently, the action causing her fingers to return to my hair. God, she is so incredibly responsive with every gentle tug of my lips, and when I take a soft bite, she arches up, pressing her breast to my mouth as if asking for more. I feel her legs sliding apart and know that she is again communicating her needs without having to speak a word. I kiss the valley between her breasts and every inch of her flesh.
“Mine. All mine,” I murmur, circling her areola with the tip of my tongue until I can hear her sucking in her breath. “God, I fucking love you.”
I can spend a lifetime licking her and still not be satiated with the incredible taste of this woman. Suckling and nipping, her hand pressing against my head as if to keep me connected, I enjoy my appetizer, but the aroma of her arousal has me hungering for more and I know exactly what will comprise the next course of the feast that is Lyriope. Lifting my head, her nipple held lightly between my teeth, I watch her eyes widen, glazed with need, with desire, with lust. Grinding the flesh just a bit, I feel her legs open yet wider as if inviting me to take my place between them. With a last gentle tug, I allow her breast to fall free from my hold, but make sure to lower my head once more to soothe the bite that claims her as mine.
My tongue sweeps along flesh covered with the tiniest little bumps, my touch causing her body to react, to tremble, to break out in gooseflesh. I circle the tiny canyon of her belly button before dipping my tongue into the valley, loving the fact that the action causes her back to bow once again as she arches against my mouth. Adding another sensation to her experience, I run my fingers over the top of her mound with the lightest of touches as if to communicate my next destination.
“Oh, God,” she whispers, her hips lifting from the lounger as my fingertip barely grazes the lips of her sex.
She is already wet, her slickness testimony to her arousal. I slip my finger between her lips, gliding through the slickness and causing her to groan as I lift my finger free and then to moan as I find the small bundle of nerves that is already pulsating beneath my touch.
Sliding down another few inches, all the while again blowing soft breaths against flesh that is dampened with her arousal. “Spread your legs,” I encourage, watching as she obeys, the move revealing her to my gaze as I absorb the beauty that is the very core of Lyriope’s femininity.
Soft petals open further with my fingertips, baring her pink inner lips to my view. It is the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen; a woman who has haunted my dreams since meeting her lying open and wanting. Lowering my head, I broaden my tongue and take a long, slow swipe, relishing her essence. It is the most delicious taste, and with her soft cry, her fingers once more clutching my hair, I know I’ll remember this feast for the rest of my life, only to repeat it again and again.
Nothing exists except for the two of us. Time stands still as if to separate this act into its own dimension—a parallel time line traveled only by the two of us.
We are in a new land with only two inhabitants.
A true Wonderland.
The only sounds I hear are her soft whimpers and mewls as I lick again and again, gathering her wetness to savor, to memorize. Her entire body trembles as I finally draw her clit between my lips, the tip of my tongue flicking ever so gently over the small bud until she is squirming, lifting her hips, pulling my hair as if to beg me to take my first bite. This time, I obey her body’s silent demand, positioning my teeth around her and then gently closing them until she gasps with a tug of my hair.
Releasing my prize, I soothe it with a gentle lap of my tongue, and yet have no desire to allow her to fall over the edge—not yet. Her sound of disappointment has me smiling as I lift my head, reaching to disengage her clutch of my scalp. Bringing her palm to my lips, I kiss her flesh before doing the same to her other hand. Looking up her body, I meet eyes that have darkened, reminding me of some exotic cat that prowls in the jungle outside the door to our haven.