Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 126602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
“You want my tongue? Explain,” I ordered.
Her mouth dropped open. “You’re willing to keep your head that close to me and not taste until I share?”
“Yep.”
“That could be minutes.”
“So?”
“Hours.”
“I’m comfortable.”
Steel determination flared in her eyes, and she tried wiggling out of my hold and scooting back, but I kept my grip on her legs and held her captive.
She grunted in frustration and flattened on the bed. “Fine. It’s not even that big of a deal, I’m just really wanting your mouth on me.”
“You’ll get it,” I promised. “Pretty sure I want it more than you do.”
Her head came up again and a second later, she was back on her elbows. “That’s impossible,” she spat.
“Mouth is waterin’, baby, you got no idea.” I bent lower so my lips brushed against her flesh.
Fuck, did I want a taste.
Shayla gasped. “Okay…okay, you win. God, that’s so fucking sexy. This is my new favorite game.”
I chuckled.
Then Shayla smiled at me, all soft and sweet, and gave me what I wanted.
“I refer to certain things about you as my kryptonite,” she began. “All of this happening in my head, obviously. I don’t tell people. That would be weird. But, like, for example, your chest—the first time I saw it when my brothers and I brought you dinner, I nearly passed out. The list I have is huge. It’s physical things and it’s things you do you don’t realize you do, like the way you flirt. I don’t think you do it on purpose—it’s so subtle and surprising. How you listen to me when I speak…that got me last year. It was one of the reasons I liked sticking my head in that window and talking to you so much. You listened like I was telling you stuff you needed to hear.”
“’Cause I did,” I said.
She shook her head, disagreeing. “How could you need to know about my dad getting diagnosed with Parkinson’s? Or about how much I wanted my own salon?”
“Wasn’t what you said, it was you putting it on me. Sharin’ it. Like I was deservin’ of the stuff you thought about.”
Her eyes softened. “Holy shit, see! Right there, prime example. You just topped the list again!”
I grinned. “Just tellin’ you how it is.”
“Well, this is why I have a list in the first place,” she said, laughing. “You say stuff like that, Sean, or you squeeze my neck or do something sweet with your girls, just you being you, and I’m weak.”
I pulled in a breath. Just me being me. I was someone to her, and fuck, did that mean everything.
I was right. That was worth the torturous wait having my mouth this close to her was.
“And I—oh…oh, God,” Shayla groaned when I dove in, eating her roughly because I was a starving man at this point, but going at her slowly because I’d promised I would.
“Your cunt is so fuckin’ good,” I said between licks and sucks on her clit that made the fingers in my hair pull.
She tasted hot and sweet. She was so wet, I could open my mouth and drink her.
And I did. I took my time and drank my fill.
“Fuck,” she panted, her body writhing and trembling.
I moaned into her pussy.
“Sean.” Shayla’s heels were pressed to the tops of my shoulders. She dug them in and began to grind against my face. “I’m close,” she warned.
I pushed my tongue inside her and brought my hand off her leg. I rubbed my thumb against her clit. I was slow with that too.
“I need to come. I need to come.”
“Do it,” I growled. “Do it, let me see.”
Shayla arched off the bed with a cry and sat up to watch me fuck her with my tongue, gripping my head and holding me against her. Her body jerked. Her hand in my hair tugged so hard, my eyes watered.
She was pretty here too—how eager she got when her orgasm hit. A little greedy. I fucking loved it.
When I lapped at her pussy like I was licking her clean, her mouth fell open, and she fell back with a sigh.
“Shit,” she breathed. “So good…slow is so good.” She giggled.
I stood and got undressed, smiling down at her. I could taste her arousal on my lips.
Shayla watched shyly as I licked them.
Shirt off, I sat on the bed and worked at my boots, getting those off while she dug her toes into my thigh. Then I stood and got out of my jeans, watching her peel her top off. I crawled on the bed.
“Hey,” she said, opening her legs so I could fit between them.
I slid inside on a slow drag, no warning. We moaned together.
Then I put my weight on my elbows and kissed her. “Hey.”
She smiled. Her legs around me. Her fingers pushing through my hair. “Go slow,” she urged.
“Plannin’ on it.”