Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“Teddy on or off?”
How was that even a question? “On!” He reined in his enthusiasm and cleared his throat to bring his pitch down a notch. “For fuck’s sake, keep it on. Heels, too.” He raked his gaze down her, from top to toe. “Turn around.”
“Like this?” Once she turned, she looked back over her shoulder with her bright blue eyes smoldering and her lips parted.
Oh yeah, if this was Heaven, he was ready to pack his bags and move there permanently. “On the bed. On your hands and knees. Facing the headboard.”
Something flashed in her eyes and across her face, making him wonder if she loved or hated him being bossy. If she did what he demanded, he would have his answer. While Sapphire was fiercely independent, for some couples, the power dynamics in the bedroom weren’t always the same as outside of it.
He was extremely pleased when she didn’t even hesitate to do as he commanded. Her hips swung smoothly the same way they did on stage when she made her way to the end of the bed.
She climbed on and got into position.
Fuck yeah.
After stepping free of the dropped track pants, he followed, keeping his eyes locked on that spectacular ass.
He had the urge to run outside, throw his head back and shout at the sky, “How the fuck am I so damn lucky?” But if he did, he might get 302’d. A term used for being involuntarily committed.
It might be worth it. As long as they took him away after his balls were drained dry.
Once he moved closer, he picked up the scent of a woman who’d become worked up, not from his attempt at a sexy striptease but simply from giving him head. One more box checked off his “perfect woman” list. He hoped like hell he was checking some of her boxes, too.
Rez stroked a hand down her spine and ran a finger through the crease of her ass. He shifted the lace fabric at her crotch aside enough to give him unrestricted access to everything he needed and wanted but left the black straps in place since they framed her cheeks perfectly.
She might have been kidding when she said his cock was a work of art, but he could see a world-renowned artist painting Sapphire in oil on canvas so the woman could be appreciated for many lifetimes.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he murmured.
His mouth skimmed over her ass—first one cheek, then the other—before he nipped her there lightly, making her twitch.
Yanking the fabric to the side even more, he plunged his face against her, deeply inhaling the scent of her arousal before tasting her need. He licked her slick folds, then sucked them hard, causing her flesh to swell even more.
Swiping his thumb through her wetness, he pressed the slick tip against her exposed, puckered hole. When she pushed back instead of pulling away, another box was checked off his list.
Being who she was and what she did for a living, she had no hang-ups, a high self-esteem and plenty of confidence.
Check. Check. Check.
Like him, she was willing to explore and even take things to the edge.
Check.
“Tip your ass up,” he urged, giving one ass cheek a light smack. When she did, he drew his tongue from clit to crease, then back down again, savoring the taste of her.
Fuck yes, definitely his type of heaven.
He kept at her, stroking her hole with his thumb, nibbling along her folds, licking, sucking, teasing her with the tip of his tongue.
Her moans and soft cries were a million times better than the music flowing from the speakers.
And when she begged him for his fingers, he didn’t hesitate. He plunged them in and out of her, driving hard and fast as she rocked to meet every thrust. He didn’t stop even when her muscles locked, she threw her head back and cried out, “I’m coming!”
When she clamped around his fingers and her anus tightened under the pad of his thumb, he had to steel his resolve so he wouldn’t simply say “fuck it” and plunge inside her before donning a condom.
He needed to keep his fucking wits about him. But, damn, the struggle was real.
Once her orgasm faded away and she relaxed around him, he pulled free and sat back on his heels. “Stay like that. Don’t move.”
Without a word or complaint, she remained where she was.
He quickly climbed off the bed, ripped open the nightstand drawer, dug out a condom, tore open the wrapper and, with his fingers trembling from anticipation, rolled the latex down his aching, rock-hard length.
“Hurry,” she urged as she watched him do all of that.
Being quick wasn’t going to be a problem. As much as he wanted to take his time, he wasn’t sure, after her mouth had been on him and his mouth had been on her, that would be possible.