Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
I’m not sure that’s technically within the rules, but I can work with it.
She takes the spinner.
“Right hand blue,” she says.
“Now, that’s better,” I say, shifting my body so I’m facing the mat, my body hovering over hers. I lower myself and lick from the top of her arse, up her spine, until I get to her bra strap.
“You’re cheating,” she says.
“We’re both cheating.” I undo her bra with my teeth. “Right leg yellow,” I say, even though I’ve not touched the spinner. She looks over her shoulder and then complies. “Left leg blue.”
“It’s not your turn!” she complains.
“Oh believe me,” I say. “You’ll get your turn.”
She follows my instructions so she’s in an awkward downward dog position, and I stand.
Because Twister’s over.
I stand behind her and reach underneath, cupping her breasts, as I grind into her.
I strip out of my boxers and reach under the lace of her underwear.
She’s slick with need for me and it makes me hungry.
I fall to my knees and pull her underwear to one side. I can’t help but notice the darkened material where she’s got them wet.
Just from a couple of moves of Twister.
“Games get you hot, I see,” I say.
“You,” she replies. “You get me hot.”
I groan, flatten my tongue and press against her folds, pushing down to and against her clit. God, she’s delicious from this angle.
Her knees buckle and I pause while she gets back into position. She wants more.
And so do I.
I plunge my tongue into her and she cries out. From here, I can use both my hands, one spanning her arse as my thumb replaces my tongue, the other stretched over her stomach as my thumb works her clit. My tongue fills the space in between, lapping up her wetness as if she’s my last meal. Fingers replace thumbs and I go deeper and harder, and she bucks and moans and struggles to keep herself in place.
“Oh god. I’m—” Her knees collapse onto the mat, and I crouch behind her, my fingers pulling her orgasm from her, my arm around her waist keeping her from falling farther.
She shudders around my hand and collapses in my lap.
I’m so hard that just the pressure of her arse against my shaft might tip me over the edge. Carefully, I move, arranging her on all fours, taking her underwear off before I kneel behind her.
She’s perfect.
“You ready?” I ask.
Her breathing hasn’t quite recovered, but I can’t hold back any longer. Thank god, she nods.
I hook my hands on her hips and slowly, so slowly, because anything else would be the end, I push into her.
“Fuck,” I bite out. She always feels ten times better than I expect her to, and I always expect her to feel ten times better than I’ve ever felt before.
She’s so fucking wet, her juice is running down her inner thigh.
Could she be any more delectable?
I run my hand up her leg to collect it and when I withdraw, I circle my cock, not that we need any more lubrication. I just want all of it. All of her.
I thrust in again, and the movement makes her breasts jolt and jerk underneath her and it’s torture. I want them in my hands. In my mouth. I want her everywhere. All at once. All the time.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I growl.
I piston my hips in and out of her and she whimpers underneath me. I’m not sure if it’s the change of location, the Twister mat or the fact that it’s been a whole eight hours since we last had sex, but I’m desperate for her.
“Beau,” she calls out as I slam into her again.
“I’m so fucking hard, Vivian. Can you feel that? My balls are so fucking full.”
She tightens around me and I groan. I’m not sure if she did it on purpose but it’s beautiful torture.
I don’t want to come before her. I’ll try everything not to, but I’m holding on by a thread.
I hook my hand underneath her, pressing my palm wide, stretching from hip bone to hip bone. Her orgasm is going to be fast, but it’s going to be good.
I press my hand harder against her and she screams, her legs start to shake and she falls forward so her head is resting on the ground.
Fuck.
Her entire body convulses in my hand and I don’t know if it’s the thought that I get to fuck this woman for the rest of my life or the fact that within a few weeks, I’m going to get to call her my wife, or even the sheer bliss that being with her brings me every day, but I can’t wait a second longer.
I close my eyes, lights flare behind my lids, heat streaks from my chest and I explode into her.
Vivian
A Month Later
I’m sitting in my glam chair, facing a view of a snow-covered London. “Are we really getting married?” I ask Beau, who’s standing behind me in a tux. I managed to get my way on that. I always want to climb Beau like a tree, but in a tux, he’s six-star hot. Much better than those weird suits the British usually wear to their weddings.