Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
I’m so wet that I’m a little embarrassed. I swear I can actually smell how aroused I am, and to me, I don’t smell like cotton candy, but Orion groans and grasps my thighs with both his hands and spreads me apart while he feasts on my core like I’m the best damn thing he’s ever tasted, so maybe that’s not such a bad thing.
Orion’s tongue does sinful things to me that make me want to leap out of my own skin and let my molted skin do a happy dance while the rest of me flies straight to the land of wonderful orgasmic bliss.
His hand grips mine and guides me to feel how wet I am, which is probably wet enough to…okay, I’m not even going to finish that.
“Touch yourself,” he commands huskily.
“You were doing a pretty good job at that,” I say, flushing scarlet.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I’d like you to show me what you like.”
I barely get my head scraped off the wall and my heavy lids open enough to look at him. He’s looking up at me, his eyes heavy-lidded too, and languid with desire. The heat of his eyes on me as he drops his gaze to watch me slowly and shyly circle my clit with my index finger is enough to melt me on the spot.
I moan when my finger slides through my wetness and glides over my clit. There are lightning bolts shooting through my legs and stars bursting behind my eyes.
“You have a beautiful pussy,” Orion whispers huskily.
My eyes shoot open, and I gape at him. He’s not looking up at me, though. He’s watching my finger circling my clit gently. I think he knows I’m watching him, and he claims me again, spreading me open and thrusting his tongue deep inside me. He eats me messily, and I keep my eyes open to watch. I watch him part me with his fingers while I glide my index finger in slow, blissful circles over my clit. I watch as his tongue finds my entrance and darts inside me again. I also watch as I soak his chin, and it’s too much.
“Oh god,” I pant, shuddering breathlessly. “I’m going to come.”
His eyes snap up to my face, and when he finds me watching him, he grins slowly, lazily, and almost ferally. It stops my heart dead in its tracks. I have never seen anything more wicked or more beautiful in my life. “Keep watching,” he instructs. “Keep watching me while you come all over my face.”
“Oh my god…” It’s instinct to want to throw my head back, arch my hips into his face, and slam my eyes shut while I come. I’ve never even fantasized about anything as darkly dirty as this, but there I am, so I’m going to keep my eyes open, and I’m going to watch, not just because he told me to, but because I want to.
My hands dive into his hair, removing the elastic that was holding his bun in place so I can have full access to the silky strands. I bury my fingers there and hold him to me, watching while he worships me with his tongue. He suckles my clit hard, sending me over the edge that I’ve been teetering on this whole freaking time.
He doesn’t tell me to keep my eyes open. He doesn’t tell me what to do while I reach the land of magical ponies, flying hippos, and cats with nine heads instead of nine lives, and oh my gosh, they’re all really cute heads, and there are bright lights and colors that I didn’t know could exist. I shatter while I watch him take me there, his tongue, chin, and lips bringing me the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt. I watch how wet I am and how he licks me with his tongue like I’m a delicacy. I love the way he hums with pleasure, like he’s the one receiving it.
I rock against his face, riding him while I ride out the waves of my climax. He sits back on his heels while I start panting and writhing and trying to slam my legs shut because, all of a sudden, everything is intense and sensitive. Holy mother of all orgasms. After he backs away, I can feel the beads of my arousal trickle down my thighs, so I dip my finger there and coat it before bringing it to my mouth. Then, I paint my bottom lip and slowly lick it, tasting myself in a way that I’ve never done before while Orion watches. His eyes turn so dark that they’re like a black hole, daring me to go further, harder, more.
“You’re so much sweeter than cotton candy.” His voice is a caress, thick and warm, and it turns me into gooey, syrupy honey.