Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 167759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Oh my. That looks so at home in his hand.
On his knees between my open thighs, his gaze settles on where my hand rests between my legs.
‘C’est ça . . . That’s it. So beautiful. I was right about how you’d look touching yourself.’
His gaze is so focussed and the cadence of his voice so rich and deep, I find myself teasing a finger along my crease. My tremulous whimper joins his praise, the digit dipping inside as I gather my own arousal and roll it across my clit.
If he says anything else, I don’t hear it, lost to the sight of him taking his cock firmly in his hand. A vein stands to attention in his forearm, the muscles of his thighs and abdomen taut as his hand moves from root to crown, twisting his fist a delicious amount. Delicious for the both of us. His attention is so focussed, his expression a mixture of agony and relief as his hand repeats the action.
I find myself lost in the moment, my fingers beginning to work slickly. My breathing is rapid and my moans unrestrained as I watch the man above me take pleasure in himself. Take pleasure in watching me.
‘You’re so big and so hard.’ I feel like a goddess under his attentions, my words unrestrained.
‘C’est tout pour toi . . . This is all for you. To fill you. To fuck you.’
‘I want to feel you inside me.’ I roll my lips inward to stem the expulsion of my thoughts. My hips begin to jolt as though electrified as my orgasm builds, teetering just beyond my reach.
‘Jouir pour moi . . . Come for me, beautiful girl. Come for me and I’ll give you everything.’
‘Oh, God. Don’t stop—don’t stop talking,’ I whisper, giving over to the acute surge of my desire. No doubt I’ll regret my filthy stream of consciousness later, but for now, I can’t stop the words spilling from my mouth as he watches me with an intensity that makes my vision more than a little hazy. ‘Yes, don’t stop watching me. Don’t you dare stop touching yourself. You’re so damn delicious, and I’ll be so, so sorry if I fuck you to death.’
‘Je . . . I’d die happy,’ he growls, his hand beginning to slide faster now.
‘Oh, God. Yes! Keep talking.’
‘Ce n’est-ce pas . . . that is not what I want to use my tongue for.’
I have no more words as I ride out this ecstasy, bucking up into my own hand.
‘Chéri . . . Sweetheart, you are worth losing brain cells for.’
His words are breathless and sort of raspy as he drops forward, catching himself on his palms as he puts his mouth and tongue to such wicked use along my neck. The bed creaks as his body lifts from mine, stretched out above me as he reaches for his wallet before returning to me with a sinful smile. He pushes up onto his knees, and with a flash of white teeth, the foil packet is ripped. He sheathes himself with such expertise that my hips begin to twitch.
He takes one deep breath as he secures the latex at the root of his cock, before settling himself between my open thighs. The room is so still and so quiet, an electric-like anticipation binding us together as we watch the channel between our bodies. He glides his crown against me, the breathy sound of my whimper an invitation. He breaches my wetness, my limbs clinging to him like he’s my new religion, my head pressed to the pillow as though it could stifle my cry. He groans as he presses deeper, my back bowing in a silent plea. A plea he rewards with one solid thrust as he fills me to his hilt.
‘Mon Dieu . . .’
He undulates above me, slow and easy, allowing me to adjust to the size of him as his eyes trace my face. Then with a jab of his hips, he drives into me. My whimpers turn to cries of ecstasy as his thrusts become deeper. He fills me, fucking me so solidly.
‘Tu te sens si bien . . . You feel so good.’
His eyes are almost black, his gaze hooded as he ducks his head, sucking the pebble of my nipple into his mouth once again. I cry out at the tug of his teeth, sliding my hands above my head. I want this. I’ll take whatever he can give and leave all thought of consequence to another day. His mouth meets mine once more, our palms pressed together, fingers entwined. Anchored together like this, he changes both depth and pace, surging above me. Hands and hearts pressed together, it’s all too much. The ends of this climax are tied so tightly to the previous, making me almost delirious with pleasure.