Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Her eyes are closed but pop open once we start to move. “What are we doing?” she asks as I move us away from the bed.
“We’re about to get to the fun part,” I assure her. “Kiss me.” The couple in the book were frantic as they devoured each other, and while I want that, I know the woman in my arms is still uncertain about us, about what I’m about to do, so I want her to have this piece of control. I might be telling her what to do, but she’s going to set the pace. She’s going to determine when this scene really gets underway.
I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t for Charlotte to bury her hands in my hair and fuse her lips with mine. There isn’t an ounce of hesitation as her tongue licks at my lips or as she slides inside once I open for her. She takes what she wants. I thought there was no way she could be any sexier, but this, her taking what she wants, what she needs, not hesitating to lead, that’s sexy as fuck.
I walk us to the wall and press her back against it while she’s still in my arms. I kiss her as if my life depends on it. She rubs her wet pussy over my thankfully still-clothed cock, because I don’t know that I would have been able to stop from sliding inside her. It’s taking all I have not to reach between us, tear open my zipper, pull out my cock, and demand that she ride me.
That’s not what happened in her book.
I need to move this along.
I grip her ass, and she moans into my mouth. Tearing my lips from hers, I pull back enough to stare into her big blue eyes. “Relax your legs,” I tell her.
“I’ll fall.” There’s a slight panic in her eyes.
I squeeze her ass. “I’ve got you, Charlie girl. I promise I’d never let you fall. Trust me. I need you to just relax your legs.”
“Why?”
“I’m going to lift you to my shoulders.”
“What?” she gasps.
“I’m going to lift you to my shoulders. You’re going to wrap those sexy-as-fuck long legs of yours around my head and rest your back against the wall. Then, you’re going to hold on tight, burying your hands in my hair while I worship your pussy.” Her entire body shudders. She bites down on her bottom lip, and those bright blue eyes grow dark.
“We—” she starts, but I shake my head, cutting her off.
“Get out of that pretty head of yours, Charlie girl. Just feel. Let me taste you. Let me make your pussy sing for me.”
“Shit. You’re good at that.”
“Good at what?” I kiss the corner of her mouth.
“Talking.”
My head tilts back as my laughter takes over. “I’m a man that knows what I want, Charlotte.”
“And that’s me?”
“You and your sweet pussy. Now. Relax your legs.” This time she does as I say, and I lift her by her ass. She moves her legs over each shoulder, and my mouth waters as her pussy sits right where I need her. Her hands comb through my hair, and my cock twitches, thinking about her pulling at the strands as my mouth takes her over the edge.
With my hands on her ass, I tug her closer. My tongue dips out and circles her clit. She gasps, and she grips my hair, spurring me on. I suck her clit, which causes her to moan.
“Spencer—” she calls out for me. Her grip tightens, and she rocks her hips into my face.
Widening my stance to balance us, I devour her. I get lost in her taste, in her. She’s everything I always thought she would be, and she’s more. It’s not just sex. Not with her, but this is what she’s willing to give me right now, and that’s okay. I have a plan. I’m playing the long game, and I want this woman to be mine, not just for a night, but for a lifetime.
She tugs on my strands, and at the same time, a low, throaty moan falls from her lips. I don’t stop. Not until I feel her body quiver, and she calls out my name. When her body slumps, I step back from the wall, place my hands on her back, and carry her to her bed.
I lay her down softly, trailing kisses up her belly. I don’t lift my head until I’ve shown her breasts some attention. When I do, it’s to find those baby blues watching me closely. I open my mouth to say thank you, but knowing Charlotte, she’s going to think I’m being cocky. I’m not. What just happened between us will be with me for the rest of my life. “How are you feeling?” I ask instead.
“Are you trying to get me to sing your praises?” she asks.