Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
It took me a few moments to realize her nattering was her way of handling her nerves. It was rather endearing.
I pulled into the driveway of the place I was renting, grateful it was a short trip from the bar. I went to her side, tugging her from the vehicle and, before she could say anything else, swooping her into my arms. She grasped at my shoulders with a shocked gasp.
“I can walk.”
“Not fast enough.”
At the door, I paused. “It’s 4-3-0-0. Type it in.”
She did as I instructed, and the door unlocked with a snap. I took her inside, heading straight to my bedroom. The door clicked shut behind me, the lock reengaging.
In my room, I set her on her feet and stared down at her. Nerves had replaced that look of desire from earlier. The want was gone, and worry took its place. She looked around. “This is nice. The rooms are a good size—”
I cupped her face between my hands and bent, kissing her, silencing her. Endearing as it was, I didn’t need a running commentary of my rental. I needed her mouth. Her desire.
I let her set the pace, slowly deepening the kiss as her passion blossomed. I wanted her with me. In the moment. Lost to everything but me. Us.
She was tense at first, then her shoulders slackened. Her body softened, pressing into me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, sliding her tongue along mine in sensuous passes. Low whimpers escaped her lips, her breathy sighs warming my skin.
I held her close, further deepening the kiss, claiming her mouth. She shivered in my arms as I pulled on her pretty blouse, tugging it over her head, breaking away from her mouth long enough to get it off her. It caught and I heard a seam tear, but neither of us stopped. She pulled at my T-shirt, frowning as if it offended her by being on me, and I helped her rid me of it. I took her mouth again, sliding my hands up to cup her full breasts, stroking the hard nipples through the lace under my fingers. Seconds later, the lace was gone, her bare skin filling my hands. The weight of her warm breasts was perfection. Piece by piece, our clothing was discarded, our bodies close together as we kissed and touched. I bent, lifting her again, and she wrapped her legs around me. I groaned at the feel of her, hot and slick against my cock, and I ground against her, wanting her to feel my desire.
“I’m not on birth control,” she murmured. “I went through early menopause.”
“I’m safe, but I have condoms.”
She hesitated.
“I’m not a player, Cherry. It’s been over a year.”
“I can’t remember how long it’s been for me,” she whispered.
“We’ll use them.”
She shook her head, taking a deep breath. “I-I trust you.”
I cupped her face. “That means so much to me. Thank you.”
I walked to the bed, laying her on her back and stepping away, admiring the view. Her beautiful hair spread out on my plain comforter. Her full breasts moved rapidly as she struggled to keep her breathing regular. Her nipples were stiff, and I wanted to taste them. Her hips were rounded, and she kept her legs together modestly, that blush I liked spreading across her skin. Her chest, even her stomach, was flushed.
I shook my head in wonder. “Look at you.”
“I’m not young and pretty,” she whispered.
“Young, no. Pretty isn’t the right word either,” I agreed. “Beautiful. Sexy. Perfect for me. God, I want to feast on you.”
She blinked, then sat up, taking my cock in her hand. I groaned as she stroked me, meeting my eyes, defiant and confident. “I want to taste you too.”
I barely held in my groan. “Ladies first.”
She wrapped her lips around me. It was all I could do not to fist her hair and fuck her mouth. I was fascinated as I watched my cock slide between her full lips. Felt her tongue wrap around me. She watched me watching her, and, unable to stop myself, I wound a handful of hair around my fist, pumping into her mouth. “Such a good girl,” I purred. “Look at you sucking my cock. You like that, Cherry? If I touched you right now, I bet you’d be wet, wouldn’t you?” I growled at her. She nodded, humming, setting off another wave of pleasure through my body.
“Show me,” I demanded.
She slipped a hand between her legs, holding up her fingers. They glistened in the low light coming from the hall. I grabbed her hand, sucking, as she whimpered low in her throat.
“You taste delicious, and I can’t wait anymore,” I hissed, tugging on her hair. “My turn.”
She swirled her tongue, sucking one last time, then moved her head back, my cock resting on her bottom lip. She kissed the tip, tonguing the slit, and I groaned.