Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 113353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
His blue eyes had darkened but remained readable.
Very, very readable.
She knew exactly what he wanted. She didn’t bother to hide exactly what she wanted, either.
If they were only going to share a short time together, no games could be played. He was right. They needed to make the most of it.
“Show me,” was all he had to say to cause her flesh to goosebump.
Their eyes held for a long moment as he stood naked at the end of her bed. She tucked two pillows under her shoulders so she could watch him. The same way he watched her.
She slowly dragged the soles of her feet along the bedspread until her knees were bent.
He held her eyes until she separated her legs. Then he honed in on her center, where her arousal began to build. She didn’t need to touch herself to find how slick she’d become, but she did it anyway.
She drew a finger through her folds, from the bottom to the top, only brushing lightly over her hard, swollen clit.
Her breath stuttered as she remembered how intense the orgasm was when they were in the shed and wondered if this time it would be the same. Or would it be even better since they were in an actual bed with more freedom to move?
“Again,” came from him. Thick, coarse.
His chest pumped at the same pace as his fist. The overhead light caught the gleam of the bead of precum clinging to the very tip and she waited for it to fall like a spider from its web.
His cum was already deep inside here, what she couldn’t wash away. That thought shouldn’t turn her on, but it did. That thought should worry her, but it didn’t.
Even on birth control, the only time she’d had sex without a condom was if the relationship lasted longer than six months.
Their time together had only been six weeks. And most of that time, they simply existed in the same space for the same reason.
His daughter.
But the idea of him spilling inside her again, filling her with his cum, had her touching herself more frantically and with purpose. No longer as a tease, but a means to an end.
The small of her back bowed off the bed as she slipped two fingers inside, coating them with her own natural lubricant as she worked them in and out. When a noise caught at the back of his throat, her eyes flicked up from where he pumped his fist.
His eyelids were heavy, his lips parted, his nostrils flared just slightly. “Wanna watch you come, then I’m gonna taste it before I make you come again.”
She forced her eyes to remain open and on his, even though her head rolled back as she worked her fingers all the way in, all the way out.
She slipped her other hand over her chest, her breasts, her peaked nipples and down her belly until she reached her target.
Her clit.
With two fingers pumping inside her, she used two more to stimulate her sensitive hard nub. When his tongue swept over his lower lip, she imagined the fingers circling and pressing were his tongue instead.
She only hoped he’d be able to hold out, so she could feel it for real.
“Jem.” Her name came out like a lion’s deep huff. Maybe a warning he was at his limits. “Come for me.”
With him watching her touch herself, with him touching himself, too, it wouldn’t take much longer.
She tried to swallow, but her throat seized. The pressure in her lower belly increased. And then it overwhelmed her.
Starting at her toes, the climax worked its way up her legs to land in her center and rock her as she came. Her cry filled the space between them.
Then he filled that space with him.
Before the aftershocks of her orgasm were even over, he slowly climbed back on the bed, trailing his fingers from her toes, up her calves, over her knees, and inside her thighs. He paused before touching her center and she caught herself panting in anticipation as she moved her hands away.
Giving herself over to him.
He dipped his head, his warm breath sweeping over her swollen, sensitized flesh.
“Please...”
She was surprised to find that came from her. She rarely begged anyone for anything, especially when it came to sex. But she was dying for his touch. To feel his mouth on her.
Many nights she imagined what that would feel like and now she would know.
If he’d hurry up.
“Chris...”
She glanced down her body and his head was low enough between her thighs she could only see the upper part of his nose and his eyes. He watched her, waiting.
“You want me to beg.” Again, a surprise.
“What do you want, Jem? Tell me.” The raspiness of his voice was like the brush of sandpaper along her heated skin.
“Make me come.” She made it more of a demand than an ask. She was stubborn like that.