Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
I laugh at her, walking up the steps to the galley and looking around, not seeing him anywhere. I walk out of the galley to the back deck, seeing that it’s pitch black in the distance. I grab the railing, walking up the five steps to the top. He’s lying in the middle of the sun pad with his head on a little pillow, his legs propped up, and I can see all he’s wearing is shorts. I can’t help the smile that comes to my face knowing I’m going to see him soon. I make my way to him. “Hey,” I say, falling on my knees beside him, suddenly nervous, which is silly since we spent the day kissing.
“Hi,” he replies, putting his arm around me and rubbing my back.
“I used your body wash,” I tell him, and he leans over and smells my leg. “Hope you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind,” he assures me, going back to lie on the pillow. “Although, I might get hard around guys now that smell like me.” I throw my head back and laugh. “Lie down with me.”
I get on my back, putting my head on his shoulder, looking up at the stars blinking in the sky. “It’s so peaceful,” I observe, listening to the water lap against the boat softly. “This is heaven.” I put my arm across his stomach and look up at him.
He bends his head to kiss me, his tongue sliding into my mouth. It starts off slow like always, but then it goes from zero to a hundred. I throw my leg over him, making the T-shirt rise, and now the bottom of my ass is out. But I couldn't care less at this point. I just want his hands on me. I’ve never been this needy for a man before. I’ve never wanted someone so bad. His hand moves from my back down to my ass, and when his hand feels my bare ass, he stops kissing me. “Are you wearing?” he asks, his eyes searching mine.
“It’s a thong,” I tell him, my body on fire. My nipples almost pierce through his shirt at this point. The rubbing from the T-shirt makes them even harder, and my leg is now placed right over his hard cock. A cock that has been hard all day long, and it’s taken a lot not to ask him to whip it out like a two-bit hussy. “Did you want me to take it off?”
He groans, “Vivienne, I’m trying really hard here.”
My heart beats in my chest as I sit up and do the boldest thing I’ve ever done in my life. I reach down for the hem of the shirt and lift it over my head, tossing it to the side. “This should help, then.” I don’t even get a chance to say something else because he springs up, grabbing me around my waist, and twisting me so I’m on my back. My legs open for him as he puts his elbows beside my head.
“Dammit, Vivienne.” He leans down and kisses me. “There is only so much I can handle.”
“Xavier.” I move his hair off his forehead and push myself up to a sitting position, making him go on his knees. “There is something I’ve been thinking about all day long.” I put my hands on his hips. “Do you want me to tell you what it is?” I lean my face forward, rubbing my nose on his stomach. His stomach quivers under my touch, and I love that he’s just as into this as I am. “I was wondering.” My fingers go into the elastic of his shorts before pulling them down over his hard cock. His cock springs free, and I almost gasp because it’s hard and thick. My mouth waters. My hand moves on its own to grip the shaft. “Yes,” is the only thing I say before I lick the tip, tasting his precum.
“Fuck,” he hisses, and I look up at him for a second before I turn my eyes back to his cock. I take the head in my mouth and twirl my tongue around it. “Oh my God,” he mutters, and I can see him clenching his fist at his side. The fact that I’m the one making him feel so out of control makes me even bolder. I move my mouth over his cock, taking half of it in before letting him go. My tongue comes out to lick from his balls up his shaft toward the tip, where I twirl my tongue around it. My hand moves up and down on his shaft while my mouth takes his cock again, trying to get it deeper and deeper.
“Vivienne.” He grits out my name. His hands go into my hair as his hips thrust forward slowly. “I’m not going to last,” he admits between clenched teeth. I move my hand even faster, wanting to give him what he gave me before. His cock swells in my mouth before he says, “I’m going to come.” But I don’t let him go. Instead, my fist holds him tighter, and I suck his cock harder until I feel his cum shoot into my mouth. “Vivienne,” he says. His hips thrust until the last drop, and when I let his cock go, he just stares down at me. “That was,” he starts to say, and I lie back down on my back. “That was…”