Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
“Open your mouth.”
I part my lips and feel him slip a square of chocolate into my mouth. I groan as it melts on my tongue. He rubs a little of the chocolate over my lips and then slips his finger into my mouth once more. I suck it gently and he makes a ragged sound behind me. His erection is pressing into my backside, and he’s hard as stone. I moan when he slips more chocolate into my mouth, this time he spins me around and leans down, gently sliding his tongue out to lick the chocolate from my lips.
I want him. I want him so bad it hurts.
“I want you, Jagger,” I whimper.
“Do you trust me, baby?”
“Yes, you know I do.”
“Then you’ll have me.”
I open my eyes and look up at him, “How?”
He takes my hand and leads me down the hall and into the main bathroom. I look at him, confused. Does he think we’ll have sex in the shower? Because I’m still not okay with that. I open my mouth to protest, but he cuts it off with his finger to my lips. I scan his face, and my eyes settle on his.
“Trust me.”
He steps forward and takes my tank top, sliding it over my head. He hisses when he sees I’m wearing no bra. Okay, if he wants to torture me, he’s going the right way about it. He reaches for my shorts, and I stop him.
“I just showered and ...”
“You’re showering again, this time for fun. I’ll turn. You do what you have to do and get into the shower. No arguments.”
He turns, not giving me a chance to protest. I quickly strip my clothes off and make sure I’m clear of all protection before slipping into the shower. I keep darting my eyes down to make sure there’s no blood, and while I can’t see any this isn’t really something I want to do. It’s awkward. Jagger steps in a moment later, naked, and I forget about my period. That body. I reach out for his chest but he catches my hand.
“Ah ah, my way, baby.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Life’s not fair. Turn around.”
He spins me around so I’m facing the wall and then he reaches around and cups my breasts in his hands, gently kneading them. I groan and rest my forehead against the wall, taking in the delicious sensations of his fingers gently stroking my nipples. He leans down and gently grazes his lips over my neck, and I shudder.
“Can I touch you?” he murmurs.
“I ... I ...”
“I need you aroused.”
“But ...”
“Only your clit.”
Fuck, when he says that, how can I say no? I nod, and he slides his hand down and finds my clit. He gently strokes it with one hand while the other teases my nipple. I groan and press myself back into him and find he’s hard and hot against my backside. I click as to exactly what it is he’s doing here. I lurch forward but he catches me with an arm around my waist.
“I won’t hurt you, I promise.”
“I don’t know ...”
“If you want me to stop, I’ll stop. No questions asked.”
“Will it hurt?”
“Let me try?”
I nod. I’m nervous, but I trust him, and, more than that, I need him. He presses a light kiss to my neck, then turns and steps out of the shower for a moment. When he comes back, he’s got a tube in his hand. I stare over at it and swallow. His eyes flash to mine and he gives me a reassuring look. I let my eyes move down over his erection and I lick my lips. I want him. All of him.
“Put your hands on the wall, baby,” he murmurs, and I turn slowly, putting my hands on the wall. “Yeah, like that.”
I part my legs slightly. He steps behind me and uses his foot to widen my stance. When he’s pressed up behind me again, I shudder.
“The water won’t wash this off, it’s water resistant. I’ll make this as easy as I can.”
I nod, biting my lip. His hands slide over me, gently stroking my skin. He finds my clit again and he begins gently stroking, licking my neck as he does. I clench and groan, feeling pleasure building inside me. When his finger slides around to that area, I tense.
“I got you.”
He carefully pushes a finger inside me, and I shift, uncomfortably. I’m not entirely sure I like the sensation, but I don’t make him stop. He’s very gentle. He strokes my clit, bringing my pleasure back to the edge once more. I moan when he begins moving his finger, and soon both his hands are working me over. I whimper as I am close to orgasm, and oh, I need him inside me.
He slowly moves his finger away, pressing his cock to the same place.