Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 109286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
She bites her lip and then passes a hand over the surface of my body, and it’s more erotic than if she had performed a lap dance.
“I’m not sure what I should do. Like, should I take my clothes off?”
Yes please. But this is her show. “Whatever you want.”
She fingers the bottom of her shirt again and then casts a glance upward behind a veil of lashes, looking mysterious and coy, but I know it’s her lack of surety. I give her my reckless smile, as if what she does is of no importance. As if I can take it or leave it. As if I’m not going to die if she doesn’t put a hand on me.
I offer up some suggestions. “You could kiss me. You could let me lick your sweet pussy. Or you could rub against me.” Or all of the above.
“I’m a little wet,” she admits.
Me too.
“Climb on up then, and let me kiss you between your legs and get you good and wet. You’d like that, right? Wouldn’t you like my tongue lapping up all that juice?” The invisible restraints against my arms are chafing hard. I want to flip her over and bury my fingers and tongue in that hot, wet cunt, but I promised her that I wouldn’t move until she told me I could.
But I’m still going to talk.
“I thought I was in charge?” she mock complains, but I can tell she’s more comfortable.
“You are, baby. I’m throwing out ideas.”
Regan tugs off her shirt and then throws a leg over me so that she’s straddling my abdomen. Her damp panties are rubbing against my bare skin. My hands dig into the mattress as I fight the urge to grab her ass. This is so much harder than anything I’ve ever done before. My only outlet right now is my mouth, so I let it fly.
“Oh yeah. I can feel you, sweetheart. I can feel that you are turned on. If you were a little higher you could place one of those teacup breasts into my mouth. I’d love to suck one of your tits until each one is good and hard. Do you think you’d feel that between your legs? I can’t wait until my mouth is all over you and I’ve licked and sucked on every inch of your skin at least twice.”
She runs her hands over my chest, smoothing her palms along the planes of my pectorals and then down to my abdomen. I’ve never been a gym rat. I’ve worked out because it helped me survive on missions, but now I’m very glad that my body is cut, because I can tell by the worshipful way Regan caresses every ridge, how she shifts on top of me, that my body turns her on.
“Tell me what you want,” I beg. “You are killing me.”
“Will you watch me again?”
I nod eagerly. She places three fingers against my lips and I suck them inside my mouth, coating each finger with my tongue. With a pop, she pulls her fingers away, and I’m reluctant to let even that contact go.
My eyes track those glistening fingers until they disappear into her panties. “Take your panties off, sugar. Let me really see you work your pussy.”
Her chest heaving, Regan does as I tell her. She slides backward between my legs and pushes her panties off her ass, lifting a little, and I catch a glimpse of her soft hair and the pretty dark pink flesh of her cunt. I lick my lips, and saliva pools as I remember how good she tastes. I need more of that. I need to feast on her.
Then she’s back on my chest, a little higher now. “Am I too heavy for you?” she gasps as she rubs herself, the three fingers I sucked on now getting wet from her own juice.
“Not at all.” Her slight weight isn’t what’s killing me right now. It’s my inability to touch her. “But if you come up a little higher, I can help you out. I can suck on your clit and lap your come as you finger yourself.”
Her fingers stutter as she responds to my words. Biting her lip, she peers down at me indecisively and then gives me a small nod. I refrain from a double fist pump, but this is better than a hole in one. Rising on her knees, she inches forward and I move downward.
“Grab hold of the headboard with your one hand, for stability,” I tell her. She does but her pussy is still about an inch too high. I think she’s afraid she’s going to break my face or something, but if anything is breaking off it’s my dick, because it is so goddamn hard right now a stiff wind could shatter it. “Lower baby. Sit on me.”