Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 109862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Heavy satin tickled her knee as it was lifted away from her leg. The cool air met her heated flesh as her inner thigh was subtly exposed, and fingers traced upward over her sensitized flesh. Angelfish passed by, undaunted by the display of delicious need and lust on the other side of the glass.
She needed him, needed his touch like a breath beneath all this water. Bubbles danced slowly from reefs, circling waving fronds and palms of green as they made a slow, tantric climb to the unseen surface.
Guests passed, their shadows meandering at the entrance of the quiet room. She wondered who the voyeurs were, them or the fish. Blurred silhouettes could barely be seen on the other side of the aquarium as guests took in the view. If they looked hard enough they would see them, see him touching her.
“Spread your legs.”
Her sandal-covered feet, so sharply arched, stepped apart, giving him access. Her folds were bare. Only silk stockings covered her legs, tied with delicate ribbons to the garter that fit around her nipped waist.
Warm fingers slid upward and tickled her bare folds. “Are you wet for me?”
Her heart raced and her voice tripped past her tongue in a raspy whisper. “Always.”
“Good girl.”
The touch of his fingertips was a carefully rationed tease she wanted to steal and gorge her body on. She moaned, expressing her deep hunger to feel him inside of her. “Please.”
“Please what, Evelyn?”
“Please touch me.”
Gentle fingers continued to pet over her folds as he tsked. “We’re at a very formal and public affair, Ms. Keats. Someone might see.”
The side of her lips curved into a secret smile. That was her exhibitionist, always playing on the edge of propriety.
His movements were contrary to his words. “Part your gown for me.”
Her shaky fingers found the heavy ruffled hem of her gown and slowly lifted, pulling the folds apart like a curtain to some hedonistic show.
“I should punish you for being so brazen,” he threatened with little conviction.
His palm cupped the apex of her thighs, and his middle finger slid deep into her heated channel. Her body quivered and buckled. That first, long-awaited touch was always the most potent.
He slid his finger out and plunged it back into her, gently fucking her with his hand. “I love taking you like this, having you at my disposal to entertain me and satisfy my every whim. You love being that for me don’t you, Evelyn?” His words heated her temple as he whispered them against her flesh, each gentle puff of his breath teasing her hair.
“Yes.”
“Do you see there, through the glass? If you look up you can see where the majority of guests are. I’m going to fuck you right before their eyes and they won’t even know what they’re missing.”
Her teeth bit into the soft pout of her lower lip as she stifled her moans. She was so ready for him. Her body coiled with need as he wound her tighter and tighter. The scrape of his feet shifting over the polished floor preceded the slow glide of the zipper on his tuxedo pants as it lowered.
“Give me your glass.” The champagne flute disappeared. There was a soft click. Her dress lifted, discreetly exposing the backs of her thighs. “Place your palms on the glass and don’t move.”
Cool glass pressed beneath her fingers as they stretched wide. Her skin was so hot, condensation gathered in the creases of her palms. A sharp crack followed by a quick sting bloomed over her ass. She gasped.
“That’s for being so wicked at a high-class function, Ms. Keats. Shame on you, tempting me to take such measures,” he whispered playfully. She loved the sound of his smile over his hoarse voice.
The blunt end of his cock teased down the crease of her ass as he slowly seated the tip of his erection in the opening of her sex. His finger slipped under the band of her garter and pulled it back, releasing it like the tight thread of a bow. As it snapped against the rounded curve of her ass cheek, she gasped as he filled her in one quick motion.
So full. Her eyes shut as his knees bent behind her. His hips pulled back and snapped forward, filling her in long, sure strokes. “Let me hear you.”
Her teeth released the hold they had on her lip as she surrendered to him, allowing her moans to escape. With each plunge of his cock she gave a soft cry. Her breath beat against the glass, causing a cloud of vapor to form on the surface. Her hands slicked and whined, as the force of his thrusts caused her palms to drag along the aquarium wall.
“Louder.”
She cried out as he forcefully took her. His hand curled over the inside of her thigh and lifted her left foot off the ground. He had her suspended, one leg trapped on the outside of his strong knee and thigh, the other lifted, forcing her body open for his taking. Her hands offered little support, but his body was so snug behind hers, covering her like a second skin, she knew she wouldn’t fall.