Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
I suck her nipple harder, deeper into my mouth. I slide my fingers along the edge of her panties until they move out of the way. For the rest of my life, I’ll remember this moment. I know no matter how many times I get hit in the head I will never forget the way I felt touching her delicate flesh for the first time. Even a lobotomy couldn’t steal this moment from me.
Her panting breaths hit my cheek as she looks down and watches as I manipulate her body.
“May I?” I ask looking up at her and circling her opening with my fingers.
“Please,” she says, and it comes out more of a moan that an actual word.
I wrap my lips around her other breast and pull on it hard when my finger breaches her. Her head tosses back, and her back arches once again as her core grips me tightly, already rippling around my finger preparing for an orgasm.
Her fingernails dig into my shoulders when I slide in deeper. Of their own volition, her hips begin to buck against my hand. I pull my mouth from her breast and grip the back of her head. Watching her face as she fucks my hand is by far the sexiest thing I’ve seen in my life.
I pull her mouth back down on mine a mere second before she climaxes, still cognizant enough to not allow whatever neighbors may be peeking out their windows an audio to the already erotic show happening on the dock. I swallow her cries as her body convulses and grips my hand in wrenching pulses.
We kiss until her body settles. I pull my finger from her and immediately run it over my tongue. The memory of her taste did not do the real thing justice in the least.
“I want you,” she says against my body, licking and biting the skin where my shoulder and neck meet.
“Such a greedy girl,” I say with a chuckle against her flesh. There’s no stopping this train now, but fucking her on a dock out in the open is not something I’m even willing to share with the ducks in the water. “Not tonight,” I tell her as she reaches for the button on my jeans.
She raises her head and pouts prettily.
“I want to take my time with you,” I tell her and peck her lips. “You wouldn’t be able to ride back home if I made love to you tonight.”
I grab her shirt from the dock and help her in it, not even bothering with the bra. “Let’s go up to the house.”
I laugh at the look of victory in her eyes.
Chapter 41
Khloe
His hands on me, in me, is something I know I’ll beg for every chance I get. My knees are still weak as we walk back to the house. I get lost in him every time I look into his eyes. I can’t decide if forgiving him is immature or the grown up thing to do. However the act is designated doesn’t matter because it’s done. He’s forgiven, if only because I don’t think I can live without him.
He opens the door and escorts me into the house. The coolness from the air conditioner causes a chill to cover my body as it meets my sweat-misted skin.
I turn to him and press my body fully against his, angling my head up to kiss him. Even on my tiptoes, I can only reach his jawline, but he shows me mercy and leans his mouth down to mine.
He hitches my leg high on his hip, but I take it a step further and climb his body, forcing him to hold me by the thighs with my arms around his neck. I nip and playfully bite his lips, hating that we are wearing clothes. I’m ready to take this next step with him. I’ve been ready for a while; it’s always been him that has put the brakes on. I’m eighteen now, and there’s no other reason for him to keep denying me. He says he loves me, and now I need him to make love to me.
“Khloe,” he whispers against my mouth as I release his lower lip from my teeth.
He’s hard, thick against my center. I rotate my hips as best I can in this position and smile when he moans loudly and plants his lips back on mine.
“Bedroom,” I beg.
“Khloe,” he says again. I can hear the frustration in his tone.
“Couch? I’m not picky.” He huffs a quick laugh.
“Let’s order something to eat,” he suggests as if his cock isn’t practically throbbing against my body.
Food? Who can eat at a time like this?
“Not hungry for food,” I pant in his ear and bite the lobe. It’s his turn to circle his hips against me, and he does so deliciously.
“Khloe, I meant what I said down at the dock.”