Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 107077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Is that what he wants?
To bring me to my knees?
The cotton fabric drags across my bare skin, raising goosebumps in its wake as he pulls them free before tossing the slip of fabric over his shoulder. His gaze lifts, taking in every inch of my naked body. If my nipples weren’t already stiff little peaks that ache with awareness, they would be after the intense scrutiny. It’s as if he’s taking a mental snapshot to tuck away for later.
His fingers wrap around one leg, lifting it until he can settle between them. I’ve always known that Asher was tall and broad, but he looks even more so between my spread thighs.
For a long, tortuous moment, he eats me up with his eyes. My teeth sink into my lower lip to stifle the whimper that is desperate to slip free. No one has ever inspected me with such thoroughness. There’s no hiding with the bright sunlight that pours across the queen-sized bed. I can almost feel the heat of it warming my bare flesh.
Or maybe that’s his gaze.
When he reaches out, carefully stroking a finger across my slit, I arch beneath the caress.
“You’re so fucking pretty.”
My breath catches, becoming wedged in the middle of my throat, making it impossible to exhale. No man has ever said that to me. And certainly not about that part of my body. Hot bursts of pleasure explode to life inside me as my legs unconsciously widen.
His gaze flicks to mine as he drags his finger over me for a second time. “You know that, right?”
Unsure how to respond, I shake my head.
“Well, you are. Never doubt it.”
Needing to get back on even ground with him, I say, “I suppose you would be a connoisseur on the subject, having seen your fair share of vaginas.”
“Does that bother you?”
I draw in a shuddering breath as he strokes me with a featherlight touch until it’s impossible to focus on the question.
“You didn’t answer.” He raises a brow.
I blink and rack my brain. “What?”
A smirk flashes across his face as he continues to batter my senses with his touch. “I asked if my experience bothers you.”
I don’t know…does it?
Trying to hold onto that thought while so much pleasure is crashing through me is a challenge. “No,” I gasp. “Everyone has a past.”
“I suppose you’re right about that.” His finger dances along my slit. “Do you?”
My core throbs with painful awareness as he caresses me with the pad of his finger until I’m shifting restlessly beneath him.
“Of course.”
His gaze drops to my pussy before rising to lock on mine again. “Do you enjoy sex?”
I gulp, trying to find the right words to answer that question. “I, ah, guess.”
“Interesting answer. Hasn’t it always felt pleasurable?”
One thick finger sinks inside my softness until I’m dizzy with the sensation. It’s becoming almost too much to wrap my mind around. Any second, I’ll burst apart at the seams.
I blink and try to remember what he just asked. “Um, what?”
“You’re so damn wet,” he growls, dragging the digit from my body and repeating the maneuver. “Hasn’t sex always felt good? Didn’t the guys you were with make you come?”
That’s a hard no. Most of the time, they didn’t last long enough for me to even get going.
“It’s…” I bite down on my lower lip when his thumb settles over my clit, and he rubs soft little circles against it. “It’s been okay.”
My voice comes out sounding high pitched and squeaky, even to my own ears. Almost as if I’m barely holding it together, which is precisely the way it feels. The truth is that I’m hanging on by a thread.
He arches a brow, keeping up the steady pressure. “Just okay?”
“Ahhhh…”
“Hmmm. We should rectify that situation.” There’s a pause as his finger falls into a steady rhythm. “Don’t you agree?”
“Yes?” I’m incapable of thinking, only feeling the flood of sensations that rushes through me.
His movements cease. “Is that a question?”
“No,” I nearly shout, only wanting him to continue playing with me. It feels much too delicious to stop. Not now. Maybe not ever. Even though I know that sounds crazy, it’s the only coherent thought circling through my brain.
“Just making sure.”
I almost groan when his thumb returns to my clit and his finger sinks deep inside my pussy. Intensity continues to ratchet up until orgasm feels inevitable. Just as I arch, ready to fall apart, his hand disappears. I don’t realize that my eyelids have drifted shut until they fly open in confusion. A protest gathers in my throat before it dies away when his fingers are replaced by the velvety softness of his lips and tongue.
Oh.
My.
God.
A guttural-sounding groan escapes from me as his wide palms settle on my thighs, spreading them farther until he has access to every delicate inch. He laps at my slit before spearing his tongue deep inside. My spine arches one vertebra at a time from the mattress as he repeats the maneuver, driving me higher before circling my clit and sucking it gently into his mouth.