Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“I like . . . um, kissing. But not . . . more. At least, not for . . . now,” she says, forcing the words out.
I lick my lips and smile when her eyes follow the movement. “You want to kiss me and let me kiss you, Hope? Is that what you want?” I’m precisely repeating her words on purpose. I need clarity. I want transparency in this. She nods jerkily, her eyes full of desire.
Fuck, she’s sexy. There’s probably a poetic way to say it better and I’ll find it later, but I can’t focus enough to think beyond lust and desire right now with her looking at me hopefully.
I slip my hand to her jaw, cupping her cheek to slide my thumb along her cheekbone, watching her lashes flutter at the intimate contact. I bend down, not to her lips but to her ear, exhaling slowly so that the heat glances over her sensitive earlobe before whispering, “You want me to memorize what you taste like by sipping at your lips, dancing my tongue over yours, and taking your breath into my lungs until the only oxygen I have is yours?”
A shudder runs through her body, her head falling more fully into my hand for support. “Yes,” she sighs.
I run the tip of my nose along the side of her face, enjoying this moment even as I’m anticipating the next. Hope lifts her eyes to mine, her lips parted in readiness. Her gaze moves from my right eye to my left, then down to my lips. I watch every second of her surrender, not to me but to herself. I want that. I want to be a part of her honoring her desires. She can use me however she needs to if it helps her.
Slowly, I angle my head and touch my lips to hers, and even with the gentlest brush, I feel electricity shoot through my body. But I take my time, kissing her over and over, exploring what she feels like tilted left and then right. I swipe my tongue along the seam of her mouth, and she opens hungrily for me.
I turn her, pinning her against the closed door, and kiss her harder, taking us deeper, moving us closer until I feel her stomach against my cock. The layers of fabric between us remind me to keep a tight grip on my restraint because my cock is straining for more, desperate for contact with her hand, her body, her pussy. But I won’t go too far or do more than Hope wants, and she’s decreed that tonight is about kissing.
I could do that for hours. Forever.
Hope laces her arms over my shoulders, gripping my neck, and I reach down to her thighs, taking a firm handful of her. She lifts her feet, wrapping those strong, sexy legs around my waist, and still, I keep her pressed to the door, our mouths exploring. I trail a line of kisses over her jaw, and when she angles her head away from me so I have fuller access, I bury my face in her neck. Her soft hair surrounds me, her flesh smells like campfire, and she tastes like ambrosia.
I suck at her neck and she goes wild, her hips bucking against me. “Do you want me to mark you?” I murmur against her flesh.
“I—I—” she stammers breathlessly.
I pause my trip along her collarbone and stare deeply into her eyes, so close that our noses are touching. “Yes or no, Hope. Tell me anything you want and I’ll give it to you.”
She’s panting, stalling by nipping my own scruffy jaw. “It sounds sexy. I want that, but . . . not this time?” She licks along the racing pulse in my neck.
“Do you want to mark me? You can,” I groan as she places open-mouthed kisses along my neck. “Suck me, bite me, touch me. Your fingers on my skin and your mouth on my body are leaving marks that’ll always be there. Write your name on me any way you want, anywhere you want, Hope.”
Her thighs clench around my waist and then release as her feet reach the floor. But her mouth never leaves mine as she keeps ahold of my head, bringing me with her so that I’m forced to bend down to maintain contact. She pulls me toward the couch and I let her lead, desperate to see where she’s taking this.
Hope pushes me to the couch, following me as I sit and settling over me with her core aligned with my cock. Her knees squeeze at my hips and her feet loop back over my knees, holding them wide while she straddles me. I trace my hands up her spine, running my fingers through her hair, and she throws her head back, wanting more. I keep caressing her hair, her scalp, as I kiss along her exposed neck.