Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 94579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
He reaches for me then, pulling back the sheets so I can climb inside. Tenderly tugs me over so I’m on top, skin on skin.
Instantly, his hands begin rubbing my back—down, then up—plunging into the waistband of my sleep shorts. He grips my ass gently, caressing, while the ship rocks slightly back and forth.
I run my fingers through his hair. Run them over his shoulders, gripping his biceps. Clasp his hand, lacing our fingers when our lips finally meet.
The ship creaks.
Waves crash.
Tongues roll.
Then, in one swift motion, I’m on my back and Sterling hovers over me, eyes raking down my body, settling on my naked breasts.
When he reaches up to settle his giant hand on one, I arch my back and moan, tipping my head back into the pillow. Teeth rake my bottom lip.
Slowly.
Painfully slowly, he brushes his thumb across my nipple while the rest of his palm cradles the underside, lightly pushing it up. Plump.
His voice is gravelly, low. “I’ve been wondering what these look like.”
Mine comes out breathless. “And now you know.”
His eyes make contact.
Lips curve.
“And now I know.”
I watch, fascinated, as his shoulders dip, presenting me with the crown of his head. Lips find and fasten on my breast, sucking. Licking. Sucking some more.
I moan.
He moans.
The ship? Moans.
Everyone is satisfied.
Tiny nips of his teeth have my lower half wriggling; I’m on fire, and when he makes his way down my stomach, kissing a wet trail down to my belly button, a thousand thoughts go through my mind: What is he doing? Is he about to go down on me? Did I wash well enough when I took a shower? Shit, I never shaved my crotch. What if it takes too long for me to come and I suffocate him?
Even worse: What if he’s terrible and I don’t come at all?
I’ve never, in my life, had anyone with their face between my legs.
But I do now.
Sterling’s thumbs hook my pajama bottoms and underwear, dragging them down together my hips until I’m completely naked. His large hands drift slowly up my torso, over my breasts, weighing them in his palms before working their way back down.
He’s sweet and tender and easing my legs apart, broad shoulders nudging my knees open with a gentle bump.
He hums, content. Studying my vagina as if committing it to memory and later there will be a test.
Two large fingers spread my—
“Oh lord,” I gasp.
“Go ahead and pray to Jesus, baby,” he coaxes. “I’m about to make you come all over my face.”
The words—so dirty.
The tongue—so wet.
One slow lick up my slit, then another, and I raise my head to watch. God, I want to watch.
Fascinated, I breathe hard, tiny jolts of pleasure racking my ovaries as he licks and sucks and licks my clit. Sucks again as if auditioning for the starring role in a porno.
“Uhh…oh god…” My hands white-knuckle the sheets, head hits the pillow when Sterling makes round circles with his thumb on my—“Oh god”—clit as he sucks.
Wow. He’s really good at this.
My lips part and I try to get actual, coherent words out, but the only ones I can find are, “Uhhh,” attached to a long, drawn-out groan.
His groan.
Sterling is enjoying this as much as I am.
He never comes up for air, not once, never takes his mouth off me.
Not until I lose myself. Not until I fall apart, coming and coming—on his mouth—and even after he’s licked me completely dry, he drags my orgasm out until my pelvis trembles with tiny shocks. Grips my ass, holding me down, sucking until I throw an arm over my brow, lying motionlessly like a limp doll.
I catch him licking his fingers and want to die—absolutely die, mortified and turned on, both at the same time.
He’s so fucking sexy.
So greedy.
So tall when he stands, leaning in to plant a kiss on my mouth, dragging his lower half along for the ride. Grinding. Flexing his firm ass.
That delicious, erotic tip of him eases into the wet spot between my legs. Digging in just enough that I inhale from surprise, the sensitive nub still swollen from my orgasm. I give Rowdy a push with my hands to get him off my body.
“You better stop before you get carried away.”
“I won’t. I can control it.”
“You won’t—you’re too…” Horny. Aroused.
Desperate for me. For sex.
“Babe, please.”
“No. We should stop.”
I’m such an asshole, numbly watching when he peels himself off me, off the bed, cock stiff in his underwear, jutting out proud and dejected, the loser in this game.
Sterling peers down at my body, hand cupping his balls through the thin fabric, stroking absentmindedly. Turns his back on me and strides a few paces toward the door.
“Where are you going?”
I drag myself over the edge of the bed, covering myself to the waist with the white cotton sheet.
“To finish myself off in the bathroom.”