Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
A loud whimper escaping me, I sensed his soft lips stroking the underside of my breast. Little by little, they climbed up, steam beginning to fill the room. Threads of it hovering over my chest, I closed my eyes against how amazing his mouth felt on my nipple. His gentle, yet demanding kisses were audible over the sound of the water hitting the bathtub floor.
I released his hips, only to thrust my hands up and grab him by the shoulders. My half-open eyes met with the view of his handsome face between my breasts. I squeezed his shoulder muscles hard and held on, eager to get an even better taste of their strength. His delicious moves were weakening my thigh muscles. I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay upright much longer. I put my foot back down and stepped back, Leonardo following me. I sat down in the corner, watching the water splash down onto his back and his butt. I spread my legs, my left foot landing on the side of the bathtub. His eyes took in the view of my pussy, before his gaze moved up my body.
“So fucking creamy,” he said, and ran the tip of his tongue along his bottom lip.
“Taste me,” I demanded, looking down into his eyes. “I can’t wait for you to taste me.”
That was it.
He wasn’t going to say anything more.
He was going to do.
The wet warmth of his mouth over my slit, sent ample waves of delight roaring through my body. I threw my head back, the top bumping into the wall as his lips fulfilled his promise. In a haze of sensuality and arousal, I could hear his deep moans and groans. They were not loud by any means, they were not long, but they were right there.
Turning me on.
Showing me he had been enjoying this, just as much as I had.
My pelvis jerked up and down, trying to get more from him. That man was doing more than turning me on. He was turning me into a lustful creature. A greedy woman, determined to make the most of this.
I sensed his mouth over my entrance, sucking out my juices with untold desire. His thumb slid down my inner thigh, offering me a tantalizing promise while my body sank deeper into the world of his worship. His tongue split my folds, traveling up my pussy. His fingertip rubbing around my entrance, I felt the wet tip of his tongue stroking my clit for the very first time.
“More!” I moaned, planting my palm into the tiles next to me. “Give me more!”
“Yeah.”
His word came out muffled, his lips replacing his tongue for a brief moment. My body glued to the wall, my chest rose up and down in rhythm. His slow, tantalizing strokes making my clit swell, I found myself in disbelief. Those movements of his tongue were… slow. Sexy. Made to please me, and only me.
And, god, he was doing one hell of a job.
I could feel every single millimeter of that tip as he swiped it up and down my clit. Its wet warmth was spreading along my slit, mixing with my juices. The tip of his thumb dipping into me, my loud moan rang through my ears. Its rigidness starting to slide in and out, I reached down and grabbed a fistful of his hair. Its softness filling my palm, I raked my fingers across his scalp, knowing how close my orgasm was. Three, faster swipes of his tongue across my clit were enough to help me reach a powerful climax. Pinned against the wall, I shuddered, losing myself in the deliciousness of his worship. My juices flooding my core, I tried to control the spasms in my body.
“Dizzy?” He teased me as I opened my eyes.
“Oh, you’re so bad,” I murmured, leaning forward. “I should punish you for this.”
“Not yet,” he said, his hands landing on my hips. The amount of force on my body ruined every notion of me taking control of the action. One minute, I was relishing in the sight of his muscled body. The next, I was facing the white wall and part of the yellow tiles on my left.
But I wasn’t going to turn this down.
I was more than willing to play along.
I was desperate to feel him inside of me.
To savor the expression on his face while he claimed me as his own, although it wasn’t going to be easy.
My ass hanging in the air, I moved my legs apart. I sensed his wet finger drawing circles around my asshole, his big, stiff cock rubbing into my slit. A mere push later, the head was sliding in. My folds held on to his sheer girth, a long moan flying out of my mouth. I hissed, sensing his hands on my ass cheeks. His tiny fingernails digging in, I looked back over my shoulder. His eyes had been studying my ass. He finally tore his gaze away just to look down at me.