Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 89820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
When I pull off my pants, she wastes no time in getting my underwear down too. She gazes at me as I stand before her naked.
But I can barely wait anymore.
I reach forward, without warning, taking her legs and spreading them wide, hooking my arms underneath her knees. She gasps as I lowered my face to her thighs and slowly began to lick every inch of her skin. She squirms, her thighs trembling, her breaths coming in fits and starts. I try to be as thorough as could be, lapping everywhere.
She arches her back off the granite countertop, urging me on.
When I ask, “Do you want my tongue on your pussy?” that she bobs her head in desperate anticipation.
Slowly –too slowly for her liking, I can tell—I lift her legs and lower them down on either of my shoulders. She closes her eyes, and I can tell from the tortured look on her face and the way she reaches for my head that she’s just as excited as I am.
But I want her to plead. I want her to beg me, because she has me begging for mercy every minute I’m away from her. It’s a sweet pain, knowing we’re this close to getting what we both want. So I take my time, timing the assault for when she’s at her most desperate. When she’s trembling uncontrollably, nearly sobbing, her hands scrabbling at her sides, reaching for my head, I know she’s ready.
There’s no tentative tasting, no nibbling. With no warning, I plant my open mouth, full on her clit, and suck her hard.
She cries out, bucking against me. “Oh, god … Brooks … maybe we should slow down?”
Her hands fly to my head, but I grab them and hold them together, rigid against her belly.
“Slow down?” I stop. “Does it not feel good?”
“No, it feels incredible, I just—”
“There’s nothing wrong with letting yourself enjoy it.”
I take my time, drawing out every lick, every flick of my tongue on her folds. I move my hands to her thighs, which are now moist and sticky with her arousal, spreading her apart. She relaxes, letting my tongue slide slowly and languorously up the crease of her folds.
Her head falls back, and she whimpers with a combination of relief and delight. “That’s so good,” she moans. “Oh God, I’ve never felt anything like this, Brooks.”
Encouraged, I lick upward, slowly, fully, from bottom to top, tongue darting in and out of her. She gasps again and again, her sounds coming deep from her throat, primal and uncontrolled. Then I dig in with my tongue, pressing against the nerves of her sensitive nub, and I feel her whole body begin to twitch and tremble.
She moans louder. “Brooks… I don’t know if I can take much more of this.”
My tongue circles her clit and pushes inside. I wrap my arms around her thighs, tight, and caress her ass. Whatever fire I’ve lit, it’s building.
But just as I feel her beginning to fall over the brink of ecstasy, I let go. Not yet. Not yet. I want this to last.
She opens her eyes, exasperated. Those deep brown eyes met mine, and she pleads desperately, “Please, Brooks. Please…”
“What do you want?” My voice is more breath than sound. “Say it.”
“Make me come.”
I attack her clit again, this time my tongue relentless, flicking over her clit, bringing her close again, teetering on the edge. She arches up against me, meeting my tongue, writhing now. Sucking her clit, pulling on it gently with my teeth, I give it everything I have.
The orgasm rips through her in such a way that it feels like an earthquake beneath us, a seismic shift that sends the world spinning end-over-end. She comes so hard that I think she might explode in my mouth. I suckle her clit deeply as she screams loud, throwing herself forward on the counter.
“Oh god …,” she sighs.
I pull her legs off my shoulders, smirking with satisfaction.
But I can tell from the wolfish look in her eye that she’s far from done. She sits up on the edge of the counter, her legs still trapping me, wrapping around my waist. She takes a single finger of the whipped cream and trails it through the hair on my chest. Then she licks her fingertip thoughtfully, her tongue dancing over it in a way that’s so goddamn sexy.
I grin as she leans in and begins to lick the icing off my chest. She threads her hands around my neck and her tongue making designs on my pectorals, making Mmmm noises as she presses her wet core into my rock hard erection. I can’t say I object. I want as much of her skin against mine as possible.
Then she looks at me, eyes dark with desire. “Fuck me,” she says, surely and shamelessly.
God, this woman is my undoing. I nearly lose balance, it’s so damn good.