Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“Let me take them off,” I pant. My jeans are in the way and I want to feel him right up against me like I did yesterday. He moans and thrusts one more time before setting me down. He’s still kissing me as I undo the button, followed by the zipper.
“Underwear too,” he breathes, and I pause, staring up at him. “Let me watch you touch yourself?” He asks, and I know he’s wary of my shocked expression. “It’s only fair, based on the amount of times you’ve seen me.” He smirks, and I’m done, about to explode from his look alone.
I continue to slide my jeans off, underwear too, as I take a seat in his chair, placing my legs on either side of the arm rests, spreading them wide.
“Shit,” he takes me in; the hungry look in his eye unforgettable.
I’m suddenly completely comfortable, knowing that he’s craving me as much as I am him. The bulge in his pants is almost eye level now, and it’s taking me all that I have not to reach out and touch it. I hesitate, self-conscious over what I’m about to do.
“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” He leans in, pressing his lips against mine.
“Yeah,” I breathe. “Then you freaked out.”
“You’re able to spread so wide,” he notices in a daze. “So flexible.”
I laugh, what an odd thing to say.
“I danced for years,” I respond. “Ballet.”
“I can see that,” he smiles. “So refined and elegant.” He backs away, shaking his head before grabbing my right hand. He licks each of my fingers, sucking softly on the pads. “Touch yourself,” he whispers, and I’m so turned on in this very moment that there’s nothing more I’d rather do.
I slowly reach down between my legs. I don’t even have to spread the lips; I’m already so swollen. I start rubbing the little nub in gentle circles, watching as his mouth falls open. He falters back, a brand new fire blazing in his eyes. I’m rendered defeated and I close my eyes from the pleasure as my fingers pick up speed.
“That’s it, rub yourself… faster,” he encourages, and when I open my eyes I see him palming himself over his pants. I massage myself faster, just like he asks, already feeling the familiar build up.
He’s so fucking hot.
I bite my lip and throw my head back as I thrust my hips gently into my own palm, having to slow myself down. I quicken my pace again almost immediately, my need too strong, hearing as he moves his hand into his pants. I can’t take my eyes off his, but I see the movement out of the corner of my eye, and I glance down quickly, watching as he strokes himself with a viscous rhythm. My fingers start to move faster, matching his, and I let out a long moan.
“Don’t stop,” he pants. “Oh God! Faster Luci!”
I let out another whimper as he pushes the front of his pants down, exposing himself. He’s vigorously thrusting into his hand, the tip of him practically purple as he watches me intently.
“The top,” I heave, squirming against myself, watching as he focuses on his head, just like I asked, rubbing it between his thumb and pointer finger, almost like a pinch except in a fast motion. He throws his head back in pure ecstasy and I’m on the verge of becoming lost, becoming found.
“Oh that feels good,” he groans before smiling at me. “You know just what I like.” He words are my undoing and once he returns to stroking his entire length I’m done.
“Ah!” I shout, and my legs start to shake. He walks towards me, bending down, his mouth meeting mine. My fingers are working overtime, imagining it’s his tongue caressing me as I feel the rapid movement of his arm jerking himself roughly. He grunts my name into my mouth and pleasure continues to pool in my stomach, my back arching, shoving my chest against the top of his.
“Yes, come for me, Luci,” he grunts again, and to my utter shock and pleasure, he shoves his finger inside of me. I clamp around it, pulsing, milking it as I come undone. “Shit, you’re making me come,” he pants, shifting his stance. I hear the plop of his fluid as it splatters and on to the floor. “God are you snug,” he groans softly, his finger still moving in and out of me slowly as his other hand pumps himself. I’m still going, circling my clit quickly and crying out, never having had an orgasm last this long.
“That’s it, keep coming around my finger,” he soothes my whimpering with a kiss, and when he pulls back I finally look over, watching his last few drops squirt out onto the floor.
He doesn’t take his finger out of me right away, but when he does, it leaves me feeling empty, not to mention a little silly - sitting here naked from the waist down with my legs wide open.