Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 125866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
“When you gave up…” he continued, and his fingers slid between my legs, toying with the sensitive skin just next to where I wanted him. I chased his touch, but he pulled away, continuing his tease. “I had to force myself out of this hotel room to keep from bursting into that bathroom and taking over.”
My next breath shuddered out of me, and Kyle kissed just below my ear.
“Let me touch you, Mads,” he begged, teeth sinking into my shoulder. “I want to hear my name on your lips again. But this time, I want to earn it.” He bit the lobe of my ear, making me hiss and roll against him. “Let me get you there. Let me hear the way you moan when you come.”
The words lit me on fire.
I arched against him, turning my head just enough to capture his lips with my own. He groaned when I kissed him, both of us inhaling a long, deep breath.
Then, I covered his hand with my own, and I slid it firmly between my legs, gasping when he cupped me, and the heel of his palm gave just the right amount of friction to make stars explode behind my eyelids.
That gasp was oxygen to the flame.
Kyle sucked in a breath, kissing me harder as his hand covered me. He pressed his palm where I needed him, rubbing up and down before he snaked his middle finger under my panties. He groaned when he felt how wet I was, gliding his fingertip just barely between my lips before he pulled it back out.
I whimpered at the loss.
“You’ve been uncomfortable all night, haven’t you?” he mused, grinning against my mouth before he kissed me harder. His finger slipped under my panties again, and this time, he pressed inside me just a half-inch as I shook and gasped into his mouth. “How long have you been this wet for me?”
I moaned in lieu of an answer, rolling against his touch. I covered his hand with my own and made him push inside more, and then I was rolling onto my back, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding his mouth to mine as I bucked against his touch.
It had been so long since I’d been touched like this — slowly, softly, reverently.
It had been so long since I’d been touched like this by him.
My body responded to every lash of his tongue against mine, my core heating as he dove his hand all the way under my panties and curled that thick finger deep inside me. I cried out when he did, and he swallowed that cry with his mouth, kissing me hard.
“I need you to tell me what you want, baby,” he said, sliding his finger in slow and withdrawing just the same. “Do you want me to tease you, to make this last?” He ran his fingers up to my clit, applying pressure and rubbing side to side in the perfect rhythm to make me fucking lose it. “Or do you want that relief you’ve been craving all night?”
“Get me there,” I breathed against his lips, rolling into his hand. “Get me off.”
His lips curled against mine in a smirk, and he applied more pressure, rubbing me hard as I shook and reached for the orgasm that was within reach. “That’s my fucking girl.”
But he pulled back before I could catch that spark, his hand sliding up to cup my breast with an appreciative groan.
“God, I’ve missed touching you,” he breathed against me, low and needy.
The words made my heart catch, but only for a moment — because in the next breath, Kyle was ripping the covers off us, his fingertips sliding under the band of my panties. He tugged hard when I lifted my hips, sliding the fabric off my legs and flinging it somewhere behind him.
It was still so dark, I could barely make anything out as he braced himself on top of me, his fists sinking into the mattress by my head. He dropped his mouth to mine, our tongues dancing as a bolt of electricity shot through me.
Kyle wrapped one arm around my back, and then we were flipping, the world spinning until I settled on top of him.
He grabbed my hands, tugging me up.
“Sit on my face, Mads.”
My eyes shot wide, but he was already maneuvering us before I could argue, before I could tell him that I’d never done this before. He shimmied down and helped me climb until my thighs were straddling his head, and then he grabbed my ass in two handfuls, groaning as he shook my cheeks and gave my left one a little smack.
“Hands on the headboard,” he commanded, and I barely had time to brace myself before he wrapped his hands around my thighs and pulled me down.
“Oh, fuck.”