Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 72442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
I ground my erection into her.
“It did help,” I declared, then grinned in her face. “Did you know that there were pictures at the particular point that you touched me?”
Her eyes widened a little bit.
“No,” she whispered. “Please tell me…”
I laughed and reached for my phone, pulling up the stupid Disney app that my sister had forced me to download.
Then, going to the photo part that I’d found while trying to get more Fast Passes—passes that would get us onto a ride faster—I’d seen the photo pop up onto the screen.
“Take a looksie.” I turned my phone around so she could see.
Her face went red as she blushed. “Shit.”
“I thought it was kind of funny,” I teased. “And I’m glad these pictures weren’t one of the ones that you had to see when you were getting off the ride.”
Her mouth opened and closed, and while she was busy trying to find her words, I set my phone onto the nightstand, then dropped my mouth onto her pretty little confused one.
She moaned into my mouth, her arms encircling my wide shoulders, as she held me to her.
When she realized that I wasn’t going to get up this time, she loosened her hold and allowed her fingers to dive into my hair.
The day before we’d left, I’d considered buzzing it all off like I always did when it got to a certain length, but feeling her hands in it, loving the way that she showed it attention, I realized that I’d be keeping it at least this length for a while.
At least until I decided I couldn’t handle it any longer—or she told me to cut it. Whichever came first.
When her little fingers tugged lightly on the slightly-damp strands, I knew that we weren’t going to be stopping.
Dinner was in less than thirty minutes.
I’d planned on taking a shower before we went down.
However, I’d gladly give up a shower just so I could stay exactly where I was and do what I was about to do—Harleigh.
“Last chance.” I pulled back, my breath coming in soft pants against her lips.
“For what?” she breathed, letting go of my hair to allow her palms to drag down my shoulders to come to rest against my chest.
Her legs, which had encircled my hips, stayed where they were, however.
“To take a shower instead of this,” I growled, pushing her shirt up and exposing her chest. “I know that you said you wanted to dress up.”
She bit her lip. “I’ll see Mickey other times.”
My lips twitched. “Yeah?”
I dropped down onto my elbows and licked one of her breasts.
“Did I tell you how much I liked this bra?” I teased.
She was wearing a Captain America cotton bra, and it was the cutest thing I’d ever seen.
“Yeah,” she breathed, arching up into me. “You mentioned it a time or two.”
Captain America had always been my favorite superhero. When I’d said as much in line next to her earlier, she’d grinned up at me and had launched into a long, drawn-out discussion about why he was her favorite, too.
Our two-hour long conversation while we stood in line for a stupid roller coaster had all been sparked in part due to her bra strap.
“Now, seeing the rest of it, it makes me want to take a picture so I can see it whenever I want,” I teased. “Would you let me take a picture of you?”
She nodded her head. “In a heartbeat.”
I didn’t reach for my phone, though.
Instead, I bent down and licked the other breast, following the curve of flesh with my tongue until I reached the other bra strap.
“I didn’t know that they made any bras like this,” I admitted. “They’re fuckin’ cute. They don’t make cool shit like this in men’s sizes.”
Not that I’d wear a bra, but underwear wouldn’t have been able to be passed if they’d made them like that.
“Kid’s section,” she admitted. “I fit into an eighteen. Which ends up being like a size two or four in adults. But me being able to shop for bras in the kid’s section also means that my breasts aren’t all that big.”
I didn’t care.
I mean, sure, I cared that she had breasts. But I liked all breasts.
I was an all-around mutual breast lover. I liked small ones and big ones. Ones with big nipples or small.
Though, I still didn’t quite know what she was hiding underneath her clothes.
The night that we’d been intimate, it’d been dark. The entire fuckin’ night, we’d done it with only shadows to light the way.
So seeing her in the light was definitely making me see everything. To experience it now felt like a totally new, intimate experience. One that I shouldn’t have felt as comfortable with as I was.
“Are you sure that you want it quick before we go eat?” I teased.
I knew that she did.