Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 109783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Beautiful, beautiful man.
But I’d thought so even when he was a skinny nerd.
I’d never loved any man I’d slept with. No one had told me how different it would feel. How heightened.
How much more of a turn-on it was.
The possessiveness I’d experience and how carnal that need was.
Fyfe swallowed hard as his gaze dropped down my naked body. I’d never been body conscious. Thank God because I’d had to show my breasts and naked arse on telly. But I’d also never felt sexier than I did as Fyfe Moray looked his fill. His cock strained harder and he licked his lips. When his dark eyes met mine, there was raw need in them. But I also recognized tenderness.
I approached Fyfe slowly and his eyes fell to my breasts, his hands flexing as my tits bounced with the movement. Feeling smug, I pressed close to him, his erection hot against my skin. I moaned, smoothing my palms over his sculpted pecs. Fyfe thrummed with tension, but he held still for me as I explored.
Lightly trailing my fingertips over his skin, I memorized the contours of his chest, my thumbs stroking over his hard nipples. His abdominal muscles flexed under my touch. I brushed my lips over a nipple and he groaned my name.
I teased his other nipple as my hands coasted up his chest and along his strong shoulders and down his arms. Then I kissed lower, soft, wet kisses down his six-pack.
“Eilidh, fuck, where are you going?”
I followed his happy trail with my mouth and lowered to my knees until I was eye level with his cock.
“Eilidh? Baby, fuck, okay, yes, yes, yes.” His groan was long and deep as I took him between my lips. My hands rested on his outer thighs, giving me stability as I eagerly explored him. My tongue learned as much of him as I could, considering I couldn’t fit all of him into my mouth. “Eilidh, look at me.”
I looked up, breathing through my nose to swallow him deeper. Our eyes locked and he slid his fingers into my hair, his expression taut with pleasure. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he gasped.
I began to suck, bobbing my head so my mouth slid excruciatingly slowly up and down his length. Sucking hard, like he was a lollipop, I smoothed my hands over his arse as his breathing grew shallow.
Curse words and pleas fell from his lips in mutters and groans, and I could feel the tension in his arse as he tried not to fuck my mouth. I sucked harder.
He let out a shout and came without warning. I released him.
Laughing softly, I reached for his T-shirt to wipe up the mess he’d made of my chin and chest.
“Right. Your turn again.” He swept me off the floor like I weighed nothing and settled us on the bed, him flat on his back, me straddling him.
My dream returned to me.
I couldn’t believe it was coming to life.
My legs trembled with anticipation. I smiled at his smug smirk as I raised my hips over his face.
Fyfe guided me over him.
I felt his tongue thrust into me, and my back bowed as I gripped the headboard and undulated into his hungry exploration. Just like the dream, his fingers were bruising on my hips as my pants and cries for more filled the bedroom. His tongue was magical, licking and fucking and sucking until I was mindless with need.
I shattered and Fyfe pulled me harder on his mouth, voraciously eating up every second of my orgasm. Before I could catch my breath, Fyfe had me flat on my back, kissing me. His kiss was surprisingly slow, exploring, our tongues tangling. We tasted of each other. Possessiveness roared through me as I crushed my breasts to his hard chest, needing to be closer, needing more, deeper, harder. Fyfe’s hands roamed my body as we kissed, squeezing, caressing, and claiming.
Breaking the kiss, his gaze lowered to my breasts.
“Such beautiful tits, Eilidh, sweetheart.” His voice was gruff. “That night at your flat, your nipples were hard. I wanted to take them in my mouth and suck until you begged me to fuck you.”
“Yes, yes.” I wanted that. I wanted that so badly. I arched my back, my nipples pebbling, eager for his mouth. When his thumbs brushed them, I shuddered. More, more, more.
“At the wedding, when we kissed … I was ready to fuck you against the wall,” he confessed hoarsely. “Never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
My hips squirmed with need at his words, at the way he rolled my nipples between his fingers and thumbs. His gaze was curious, as if he was learning my body, my reactions, my likes and loves. Then he bent his head and covered my right nipple with his mouth and I cried out as sensation scored down my belly and my clit pulsed.