Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
This was heaven. I loved hearing her, tasting her, feeling her writhe and undulate below me.
A sudden thought entered my brain, and I needed to know the answer before I could allow myself to carry on, so I released her nipple, kissed both of her breasts again, and pulled back up so I could be level with her face.
“How long has it been?”
Her face fell, and she turned away from me, blushing again. This woman. So beautiful. But I didn’t want her feeling embarrassed or less-than—not now. I just needed to know the answer.
“Come on, baby. I just need to know how to take care of you. Tell me how long it’s been.”
“Since last year. I had a …”
“Shhh…Okay, babe. That’s all I needed. You’re on fire, you know that? I’m gonna take care of you.” And I kissed her mouth again before retracing my path to her breasts, this time giving the other one the individual attention of my mouth. My hand did its best to keep the other one happy.
She began seriously moaning and bucking under me, and I figured she was ready for more, so I slipped farther down her body, kissing her gorgeous stomach, her hip bones, around her belly button, and that sensitive V on either side where her legs met her torso. I gave her a few nibbles here and there, too. I couldn’t help it.
Finally, I focused on what she wanted. Still leaving her panties in place, I ran two fingers along her center, from front to back, giving her enough pressure to push into. I could smell her desire, that incredibly sexy scent of woman and honey and dew, and I wanted her juices in my mouth.
But I wanted her desperate for me, and I knew she was getting there. Her hips shoved up and her panties were nearly soaked through. I fucking loved that. I shoved my mouth over where I knew her clit would be, and I bit down and sucked as much as I could, panties and all. She almost yelled out, and her hands were alternately flailing around and gripping my hair.
I toyed with her a minute, my fingers pressing on her entrance with interference play of the cotton, but finally I figured we’d both had enough torture, and I dragged the damn panties down her body, revealing her pink luscious center to my eyes, my nose, my mouth. She was dripping wet, and she was open, waiting for me, dying for me.
I didn’t make her wait anymore. I held her lips open with my hands on either side and lowered my mouth to lap up her honeyed juice in a long lick with the flat of my tongue, then sucked hard on her clit.
She was alternately panting, mewling, writhing, grabbing, arching towards me and away. I just kept at it, flicking my tongue, circling, sucking, kissing, licking. I added my fingers to the game, stroking her lips on the sides, up the center, dipping into her core, moving further behind, spreading her juices even to her ass. She liked that.
She liked it all. So did I. Damn, she tasted amazing, and she was so responsive that I almost came, just watching her get there.
And get there, she did. With my mouth suckling her clit and two fingers inside her, sometimes curving to tap and circle that sensitive spot behind her clit, alternately powering in and out of her entrance, I watched her unravel completely, until her whole body shook and she arched back and up, and I knew she had exploded. Her face, her body, her whole being flushed, intense with energy and satisfaction. She was phenomenal.
I gave her a few moments to return to me, stroking her a little more gently, kissing my way back up her body. Man, those breasts. I couldn’t stop myself from giving them both a few extra kisses, nips, and squeezes. So beautiful.
By the time I made it to her neck, she was regaining awareness, and was observing me with some humor. I grinned at her. She beamed back at me.
“You okay, baby?” I asked, wanting to be sure we were on the same page.
“I’m fabulous.”
“Yes, you are.” And she laughed. I did it right. I kissed her quickly on the lips, felt around for my jeans, dug in for a condom, and made quick work of putting it on.
She made a sound like a pout and I looked up to find her—yep, pouting. “What?”
“I wanted to take care of you, too. Your turn. I didn’t even get to…”
“Ellie, I just want to be inside you. So badly. Let me.” That was about the limit of my ability to string words together at this point. I knew she wanted to get to know me, to play with me, but I really had run out of patience. I desperately needed in.