Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
“Oh gods!” I don’t make a conscious decision to dig my hands into her hair and lift my hips. My body simply takes over. I’ve enjoyed most of the sex I’ve had, but this . . . I could have been doing this this whole time? “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
She doesn’t. Lizzie explores me with her tongue, wet and slick and so dangerously pleasurable that I may come apart before she ever makes it to my clit. Then she presses the flat of her tongue there, and I do come apart.
My orgasm is quick and leaves me breathless. So breathless that it takes me several heartbeats to realize she hasn’t stopped. She keeps licking me, keeps driving my pleasure higher and higher. I don’t know if I come a second time or if it’s just a new wave of the first. It’s too good. Too much. Too everything.
“Shh, shh, baby, I’ve got you.” She moves up my body, kissing my stomach, my breasts, my chest, before taking my mouth.
She tastes of me and her, a combination I might spend the rest of my life craving. That’s a worry for another day, another night. I cling to her, drowning myself in her kiss even as she hooks the back of my knee and draws my leg up, bringing us closer together. I realize her intention right away. It allows her thigh to press against my pussy. She’s so smooth and hard and guiding me to grind on her.
I break the kiss to gasp. “I can’t. Not again.”
“You can, baby.” She’s never sounded sweeter than she does in this moment, drawing more pleasure from my body than I could have dreamed. She kisses me again. I allow myself to sink into her touch, her taste, the desire she coaxes from me with the confidence of someone who truly cares. Of someone who could love me.
I know it’s a lie. I don’t care. It’s a gift and one I am greedy for.
But it’s not all I’m greedy for.
I barely wait for the most recent orgasm to fade before I move. The only reason I manage to successfully flip her is because I surprise her. It’s so vindicating to see Lizzie on her back, her dark hair spread around her, skin flushed with desire, lips plump from kissing me.
She gathers my hair away from my face as I descend her body to settle between her thighs. Her pussy is just as perfect as the rest of her, and there’s something about seeing her so wet and knowing it’s for me that makes my head spin.
I lick my lips. “Tell me if I’m doing something wrong.”
Her laugh is a little rough. “You won’t do anything wrong.”
Sweet of her to say so, but I’ve never done this before. I want to make it just as good for her as she made it for me, but it’s hard to focus with the scent of her arousal muddying what remains of my thoughts. I drag my tongue over her experimentally, but at the first taste, I forget all attempts at being strategic.
She tastes amazing.
I lick and suck and delve into her with my tongue. Distantly, I’m aware of Lizzie’s breathing going ragged and sweet little moans slipping from her lips, but I’m too intent on tasting every bit of her.
At least until she tightens her fist in my hair and nudges me up to her clit. “Stop teasing me, baby.”
I love that she’s started to unravel because of me. I’m going to love it even more when she comes all over my face. It takes me a few tries to figure out the motion and pressure that makes her thighs tighten around my head and her body shake. I’ve never felt more powerful in my life than the moment when Lizzie moans my name as she orgasms.
I crawl up her body and ease down beside her. I’m grinning and I can’t seem to stop. “That was amazing.”
She opens her eyes. They’re still a glowing crimson that makes me clench my thighs together despite my best efforts. Lizzie knows. She smiles slowly. “We’re not done yet. Not by a long shot.”
chapter 18
Lizzie
I have never seen joy like seal-Maeve swimming. She spends a good part of the next day in the water beside the ship, her large dappled form cutting through the waves with ease. She twists and dives and rolls.
I can’t stop watching her.
It’s tempting to lie and tell myself that I’m just ensuring she doesn’t break our bargain and bolt. It’s not the truth. The truth is that this woman has gotten beneath my skin despite all common sense. It started well before us having sex yesterday—and all through the day and night—but that definitely contributed. Learning her body, knowing that I’m the first person to taste that sweet pussy? More, I can say that I was merely being soft because she asked me to, but the truth is that it felt right.