Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
I realized then that Weston Wright had been holding back. He’d been really holding every single thing back in every interaction. If this was who he really was, then I had no idea how he’d kept his cool for as long as he had. How he’d even gotten me off without taking more from me.
“Fuck,” he groaned into my mouth. “Fucking fuck, Nora.”
My breath came out in pants. “Yes.”
“I need more. I need all of you.”
I pulled back to look at him. To see the desirous look in his eyes. “I won’t deny you a thing.”
He smirked, a devilish thing. “Be careful what you wish for.”
I stole another kiss. “This is what I want. You showed me exactly what I want.”
“And what exactly do you want?” he asked. He brushed a stray curl away from my cheek.
“You.”
“You sure you’re ready for that?”
I knew what he was asking. I’d been with exactly one person. And that person had betrayed me in every way that mattered. But over the months, I’d learned to trust my body…my heart with Weston. Time and time again, it was him who had made me want to keep trying and him who had shown me how. I wanted him to show me more.
“Yes.”
“We can stop at any time if you change your mind.”
“I won’t need to stop.” I’d made up my mind.
“Then come here.”
He leaned forward and nipped at my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. I moaned softly and squirmed against him. Which only made me gasp again as I felt the fullness of his dick with every movement. He was hard as a rock, and, just from my limited guessing…big.
My hands fisted into the material of his shirt, tugging him closer and closer. Until our chests were pressed together, my legs were wrapped around his waist, and his dick was practically sealed against me. Even the light friction was sending sparks flying through me. It had been a long ten months of going without. I’d come apart on his fingers. What would it be like with him inside of me?
“Oh God,” I gasped as he moved to kiss down my exposed throat.
He released my jaw, slipping his hands over my shoulders to my waist before landing on my hips. He gripped tightly. My ass was nearly off the counter as we rocked back and forth, rubbing against one another through our clothing.
I wanted and needed more. So much more. I was on fire. My body felt like it could burst into flames at any moment.
“I need…” I trailed off, lost to the intense sensations.
“What do you need?”
He pressed me back until I was on my elbows on the countertop. It wasn’t big enough to lay me out completely, but he could get a full look at me while our bottom halves were still held roughly joined together.
“You,” I breathed.
His hands swept up to the low cut of my dress, dragging a finger down the middle of my cleavage. “This?”
I bit my lip. “Maybe a little lower.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Eager?”
“Should I not be?” I asked, utterly wanton.
“I’ve been waiting for this. I plan to indulge in every inch of you.”
I flushed all over at those words. “Oh, well then, be my guest.”
He hooked a finger under the material of my dress and slid it over my nipple. My head fell backward at the rush of sensation. I made a noise of delight and then his finger disappeared.
My eyes cracked open. “What?”
But he tipped his hands under the straps of my dress. They fell off my shoulders, and I slipped my arms out of them. He popped the clasp on my strapless bra, letting my breasts spill forward from their enclosure.
His face was one of awe.
“Remember when you were trying on dresses for me?” he asked as he began to kiss his way down the front of my cleavage. His hands moving to cup my breasts.
“Ye-yes.”
“That was torture.”
“It was?”
“Pure torture,” he said as he flicked his tongue against a nipple. “I owe you some torture for that.”
“Oh,” I said softly and then inhaled sharply as he dragged the entire nipple into his mouth.
He sucked it in and then bit teasingly on it, all while his fingers worked the other nipple to a peak. I practically lost consciousness as he flicked and bit and licked at my breasts. I’d had guys ogle them. I’d had them appreciate how full and perky they were. I had never had anyone worship them.
My legs gripped his hips so hard, begging for friction. I was soaking wet already. Was it possible to orgasm from him teasing my nipples?
“Please,” I gasped.
His kisses stalled as he looked up at me with that grin on his face that said he knew exactly what he was doing. Then, he went back to caressing my breasts. He was not oblivious to my pants and demands. He was determined to torture me like this. Even though it sent a thrill through me to know he’d been this affected by my dresses.