Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
“You’re still fully dressed,” she says with a coy smile. “However will we do what we came here for like that?”
“Quite true,” I say with mock seriousness. “Why don’t you help me with that?”
She trembles a bit when she reaches for me, her voice low and husky when she responds. Christ, but the woman’s as attracted to me as I am to her. “Happily.”
She reaches for my collar and unfastens the button. One. Then two. Three, four fall away. I can feel the heat of her hand just inches from my chest. My cock strains against my trousers.
When she reaches my lower abdomen, she takes her time unfastening the buttons, gliding one hand past the shirt to my undershirt. Her hands span my waist, and her eyes meet mine.
“Whatever you do,” she whispers. “To keep your body looking like that? Keep doing it.”
“Aye,” I say, amused. “You have my word.”
She tugs first one shirt sleeve, then the other. I’m bathed in her soft, feminine scent, her gentle touch, the way her eyes meet mine in unadulterated lust. My shirt falls to the floor. She tugs the hem of my t-shirt from my trousers, then tugs that off as well.
“God, Cormac,” she breathes. “You’re bloody hot.”
She gets a kiss for that, a chaste brush of lips to cheek. She sighs when I pull away.
Next, she reaches for my belt buckle, unfastens it and pulls it through the loops. That falls to the floor, then she fumbles with my zipper. My cocks strains against the fabric when her hands reach my waist, her warm touch making me long for more.
Soon, we’re both naked. My cock throbs, and the sweet, seductive scent of her arousal spurs me on. I lay on the bed beside her and draw her onto my chest. She hitches one knee up over my body, and drapes her arm over my chest.
“Come here,” I whisper.
“Is this when you kiss me?”
“Aye,” I say on a growl. I lift her and arrange her so that she’s straddling me, then draw her closer with my hand on her lower back, bringing my mouth to her shoulder, and kiss her lush, velvety skin. She braces herself on my shoulders as I kiss lower, to the swell of her breasts.
“Gorgeous,” I whisper. “And all mine.”
I can tell she likes that, by the way she grinds herself against me and her eyelids flutter. I kiss each beautiful curve of her breast, then drag my tongue across her nipples on my way to her other shoulder. Kissing, licking, worshipping.
“Cormac,” she moans. “Oh, God, don’t stop.”
“Sweetheart, I’ve hardly begun.”
I roll her over onto her back and grasp her wrists in my hand, holding her in place while I continue my adoration of the curves, valleys, and slopes of her body. I kiss and lick my way down her chest to her belly, holding her in place. I love the way she squirms and moans when I kiss her nipple, lick her belly, trail my tongue down the fine line of hair that leads to her bare, shaved pussy.
I kiss the warm, damp place where her thighs meet until she pitches off into a pleased moan.
“Cormac, please,” she whispers. “I want more. I want you.”
I position myself above her and grind my hips against hers. The flush of her cheek and soft, labored breathing make me hard as hell.
I kiss her cheek. “Mine,” I growl.
She tips her head to the side, and I kiss her neck. “Mine.”
She pushes her wrists against my hold but I hold fast, bringing my lips to the valley between her breasts. “Mine.”
I kiss the length of her body, down her full, vivacious curves until I get to the apex of her thighs. I kiss her bare pussy. “Mine.”
“Yours,” she breathes. “Yes.”
She’s drunk on sex and arousal, and hell if that doesn’t make me even harder.
I kiss and lick and bite and tease until arousal glistens on her thighs, her nipples point in hardened peaks, and her breasts swell with desire.
“Open your legs, lass,” I whisper, before I bend to capture her mouth with mine. I glide my cock between her legs as I kiss her, gentle at first, then harder. Claiming. Owning.
I fucked up our first time together, and by some crazy twist of fate, she doesn’t remember. I have another chance. An opportunity to do this right.
“Easy, sweetheart,” I whisper. “Tell me if it hurts.”
Gently, I press the tip of my cock at her entrance. She spreads her legs wider, begging for more. My cock throbs, but I hold myself back. I’m not going to fuck this up, not again. I glide in and out, gently at first, shallow strokes of my cock against her slick, swollen folds.
“Please,” she says. “It doesn’t hurt. I want you in me.”
It’s all I can do to hold myself back when she begs like that. I groan with the effort.