Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
“So wet,” he murmurs as he kisses me again, the glide of his tongue against mine slower now, matching the sensuous rhythm of his hand as he fucks me slow and deep. “I can feel you all over my fingers, even under the water. Do you want me that much, baby?”
“Yes,” I say, my voice trembling. “I want you more than anything. And I want you bare, nothing but you.”
He groans. “You’re so damned sexy. I want to fill every inch of you.” He emphasizes the words by driving his fingers even deeper, making my head spin.
I want that, too, so fucking much, and he will absolutely fill every inch. I’ve only brushed up against his erection a few times under the water, but it’s enough to confirm he’s as big there as he is everywhere else. But I’m not the least bit concerned. He’s right, I’m already drenched for him and it’s only getting worse with every touch, every kiss.
I’m ready for him.
Ready for him to bury himself deep and ruin me for other men.
I already know no other man will ever compare to him, to the way he sets my body and soul ablaze as he whispers against my lips, “I’ve been tested. I’m clear for STDs, and I’ve had the vasectomy, so we don’t have to worry about pregnancy, so…” He leaves his fingers buried deep this time, pulsing against my inner walls as he rubs his thumb in gentle circles around my clit. “Is it okay if I come inside you? I really want to fill this hot little pussy up with my come.”
Digging my fingers into his shoulders, I fight to pull in a breath as the tension building low in my body pulses higher, tighter. “Yes,” I gasp, panting and trembling as he does an undulating thing with his fingers that makes my brain come unglued. “Oh yes. Yes, God, Seven, I want that. Now. Please, oh God.”
I come crying out his name and something about how boneless he makes me feel that is probably weird, but he doesn’t care. He knows I’m weird. It’s one of the things he likes about me.
Loves about me…
He loves me, I know he does, it’s there in the glow in his eyes as he coaxes me down from my release, whispering, “You’re so fucking beautiful, Binx. Fuck, woman, you destroy me. Watching you get into the tub…” He exhales a ragged breath. “I almost came for you right then. I wanted to rip these panties down your thighs, bend you over the tub, and devour you. I can’t wait to eat your pussy. I want your salt all over my face. I want your taste imprinted on my fucking tongue.”
I emit a soft whimper that isn’t like me. I’m usually pretty bold in bed, but I’ve never had a man talk to me like this before.
“What the hell, Mr. Dirty Talk?” I ask as he pulls his fingers from inside me. “Where did you come from?”
His lips curve into a wicked smile as his hands skim up my waist to the bra clasp between my shoulders. “Hell, McGuire, you haven’t seen anything yet.”
Then, he proceeds to prove it.
In seconds, my bra has vanished and his mouth is doing things to my breasts that make me throw my head back and beg the moon for mercy. Clinging to him in the warm water as he licks and sucks and bites my nipples, with the stars spinning overhead and a cool fall breeze electrifying my already sensitized skin, I know sex doesn’t get better than this. It’s just like Seven said—it’s real and perfect.
As natural as breathing…
When he lifts me out of the water, guiding me onto my knees with my forearms braced on one end of the tub, I don’t hesitate for a moment. This feels like a dance we’ve done a hundred times before. And yes, a part of me would have liked to be face-to-face for our first time, but it’s safer this way. I’m so wet and ready for him, but with enough friction under the water, we could run into trouble with lubrication. And that’s a no go.
Once we get started, I already know I’m not going to want to stop.
Not ever.
“Yes, yes,” I cry out in encouragement as he fits himself to my entrance from behind and slowly pushes inside. The head of his cock is so thick, it stretches me to my limit, but I love it, love him. “More,” I beg.
“You’re so tight,” he says, his voice strained. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You aren’t. You won’t,” I promise, wiggling my hips a little, thrilling to feel another half inch of him slip inside. “You feel amazing, and I told you, I’m not made of glass.”
“I know you’re not,” he says as he braces a hand beside mine on the edge of the tub and brings his lips to my shoulder. “You’re made of magic.”