Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101163 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101163 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Given my overall inexperience with sex, there are many things I don’t know. But what I do know is that it’s only Boone who can make my body fire up so quickly, and he’s the only man who can make me feel so needy I might die if he doesn’t touch me.
It’s this indelible bond we have that makes a touch seem like a branding, a word sound like a poem. With Boone’s mouth on mine, pinned to the door, he’s lit within me an almost unbearable need. As if my existence depends upon having him inside my body.
“Boone,” I moan against his lips. “Can we get naked now?”
“Mmm, can we?” he purrs, turning from the door and letting me slide down his body. His hands stay resting on my hips as he stares at me.
I dig my fingers under his belt and pull him closer until we touch. I lean into him so that his erection rests against my belly. Tipping my head back, I murmur, “You always make me feel so good. But tonight, I want you to destroy me.”
Always so in control of his actions, he shows restraint in all the ways he touches me, but I can see in his expression that has been obliterated. I’m once again back in his arms but that’s really only to get me on the bed and then I’m under him. His hands are everywhere—first to my face so he can plunder my mouth, then to my breasts that seem to swell under his touch.
Boone rolls us to our sides, his mouth never leaving mine. With a finesse that’s quite impressive, he unfastens the clasp of my bra, shedding it along with my shirt, hardly breaking his kiss.
Hands now on my skin, gliding all over my body. His erection digging into my hip makes me realize that I’m not an active participant and I start to tear at his clothes. I force Boone’s mouth from mine to pull his shirt off but when he tries to reclaim my lips, I shake my head. “Wait… just wait.”
Hovering over me, Boone tips his head in question.
“Give me a second,” I murmur, but not because I’m overwhelmed. “I just want to touch you.”
Boone huffs out a breath. “Okay.”
Slowly, I put my palms on his chest, running them over his strong muscles. He’s so beautiful in body and soul. I let my thumbs graze over his nipples and feel such power when he grunts in pleasure.
Dragging one hand down, I run it over his jeans, letting my eyes follow the path. I palm his thick cock before squeezing. Boone’s hand covers mine and I glance back up at him.
“How about we ditch the rest of our clothes? Then we can both touch all we want.”
I grin at him. “Now you’re speaking my new language.”
Laughing, Boone kisses me hard and there’s a flurry of clothes flying, hands fondling and sometimes teeth clashing as we ravenously try to get skin to skin. We roll around on the bed, both fighting for dominance and somehow I end up on top with his cock in my hand.
The eroticism is heady stuff, not only the unfettered access to touch this beautiful man but because I reduce him to a guttural moan and jerking hips. I squeeze his length, rubbing my thumb over the tip and turn my head to look at Boone.
His eyes blaze with desire and his teeth clench. “Do that again.”
I shake my head, a smile playing on my lips. “Going to do you one better.”
Boone knows what I mean and his head flops against the pillow. I readjust, pushing his legs apart and kneeling between them. My palm goes to his stomach but there’s no movement. Boone is utterly still, holding his breath as he stares at the ceiling. I see his hands are curled into fists and he looks about ready to explode.
The idea of him doing it in my mouth is such a turn-on that I don’t even bother with attempting to tease him. I bring my mouth down onto him, take him in deep and then pull off with a hard sucking motion.
“Fuck,” Boone roars as his hips buck and his hands come to my head.
I peek up at him, find his head lifted from the pillow. He’s staring at me with such intensity, I almost melt. “Feel good?”
“Honest to God… too fucking good,” he mutters, and I gasp with dismay as he pulls me up his body and then rolls me to my back.
“Boone,” I exclaim, trying to push him off me so I can take him in my mouth. I want to make him come that way. I want to have him at my mercy and crying out my name.
I want to swallow every bit of him down.
But it’s his hand between my legs that has my brain fritzing. He rubs the pad of one finger along my sex, bottom to top to swirl around my clit. “You’re fucking soaked, Lilly. Did you get that way from having your mouth on me?”