Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“Shit,” she said, cringing as she glanced down at herself. “I didn’t think we’d….ugh. I’m mismatched.”
I had to blink a few times before I realized what the hell she was talking about. She wore a sexy pink bra, but her underwear was a bright shade of blue. The notion that her underwear being mismatched was cringeworthy made me laugh out loud.
She gaped up at me. “You are not laughing!”
I couldn’t reel it in, so I spoke with it. “Aspen—”
“I can’t believe you’re laughing. I’m so mortified.” She tried to cover herself, but I gently gripped her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand.
“You,” I said, dragging my free hand down the center of her cleavage, over her soft stomach, and then between her thighs. “Would be sexy in any and all colors, kitten.” I kissed her, hard and quick, before pulling away. “I only laughed because you thought it was an issue. It’s not. You’re so fucking beautiful, Aspen. You literally bring me to my knees.”
I released her wrists, kissing down her neck and over the globes of her breasts that threatened to spill from the cups of her bra, and lower, until I was on my knees looking up at her.
“Understand?”
Her entire body trembled, but she nodded as she looked down at me.
“Good,” I said, then hooked my fingers in the sides of her underwear and dragged them down her legs. She quickly stepped out of them, and I tossed them to the side, groaning at the sight of her before me.
I wasted no time teasing her, instead licking up her slit like the starved man I was. Fuck, she tasted as good as I remembered, and I was certain I could live and die here.
“Cross,” she gasped, and I groaned.
“Fucking love it when you say my name like that,” I said against her warmth, using my fingers to part her slick flesh so I could lick her properly. “Mmm,” I murmured against her. “Hold on to me,” I said, and her hands instantly flew to my shoulders.
I shifted her right leg over my shoulder, giving me all the access I needed to properly eat at her. “Been thinking about doing this since the last time,” I said, lapping up her flavor and relishing each of her little whimpers when I lingered on her swollen clit. “Look at you,” I continued. “All slick and needy for me.” I glided two fingers through her wetness for emphasis, my cock rock hard with the knowledge that she wanted me as badly as I wanted her.
One of her hands flew to my hair, her fingers tangling there as she arched against me.
“Eager little thing, aren’t you?” I teased, pulling my fingers away and replacing them with my tongue for a few pumps before pulling back. “What happened to my slow-to-pop-off girl?”
Frustration lined the features of her face when I looked up at her, and it was sexy as hell when her eyes met mine.
“Not with you,” she breathed the words, the strain in her voice like a string ready to snap.
Fuck, she was going to be the end of me. All eager and needy. For me. All for me.
“No,” I said. “Not with me. Never with me, kitten.” I speared my tongue inside her, plunging it in her heat over and over again before pulling back and circling her clit with my tongue, alternating back and forth so rapidly she couldn’t predict my next move. She rocked against my face, chasing her pleasure as I ate at her, savoring every moan, every tremble, every frantic grip.
And then I sucked her swollen, needy little clit into my mouth, and she cried out my name, coming on my tongue in a burst of flavor that I drank down like my favorite cocktail.
Her breaths came in heaved rushes, her thighs trembling as I gently shifted her leg off my shoulder, keeping a good hold on her as I stood up to grin proudly down at her.
“That was quicker than five minutes too,” I teased.
She laughed, her skin glowing with post-orgasm bliss. “Are you always going to keep count?”
“No,” I said, sweeping an arm beneath her legs and cradling her to my chest. “But I can tell you that what I’m about to do to you will take way longer.”
Aspen’s eyes flared in anticipation, and I smirked down at her, using a hand to open the glass door before I took her out to the balcony.
She gasped at the brisk air that coated our already flushed bodies, and I groaned at the sight of her nipples peaking from beneath the pink lace of her bra.
“This has to go,” I said, quickly unclasping it and dropping it to the side before laying her on the oversized couch on my balcony.
“Is there a chance anyone could see?” she asked, glancing around at the concrete borders of the balcony.