Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
It was as if we were both drowning, gasping for air, and the only lifeline was our kiss. All thoughts of Austin, my parents, and my ex-boyfriend fled from my mind. I refused to let my misery take over. There was only this moment, this apartment, and this man. I struggled to regain some control, to do to him what he was doing to me. I grabbed a fistful of his hair with one hand, running the other down his chest to the treasure trove waiting below his belt.
He didn’t stop me, and he didn’t break the kiss. Instead, he slid one hand under my ass and pulled my hips forward. My hand was trapped between us, and I couldn’t reach what it was I wanted to touch. I slipped it out and around to stroke his shoulders above the shirt, hating all the fabric between us.
He finally pulled away, his eyes on fire with lust. He picked up one of my feet, tilting my balance and forcing me to sit back atop the desk. He slid my shoe off with all the fanfare of a Cinderella prince. I laughed, but the laugh became a moan when he touched his lips to my knee and began kissing up my thigh. He was getting closer and closer to the center of my being, inch by inch lighting a fuse that raced towards detonation. When he had come close enough to see my underwear, he stopped, picked up the next leg, and began his journey again.
I had thought this would be a quick one-and-done, a frantic mating in the back seat. Here he was taking his time, playing with me as if I were a piano and he a musician. He came within kissing distance of my core and stopped again, straightening to plant one single kiss on my lips. I didn’t know how to react. My breath was heavy.
He didn’t linger. In one practiced motion, he hooked two fingers under the hem of my dress and lifted it over my head. Suddenly, I felt released. I was not merely the instrument but also a player. I grabbed at his shirt, pulling it off him and throwing it away. His chest was as magnificent as I had thought it would be, solid as a wall and smooth as his shoulders. I ran my hands down the length of it, entranced.
He took the opportunity to relieve me of my bra without fumbling or laughing. I could tell he had done this before by how skillfully it went off. Now we were both naked from the waist up, standing just inches away, admiring the view. He had an eyeful of my breasts, and I gorged myself on the trail of soft curls that began at his navel and led all the way down.
I reached for his belt, but he stopped me. Reaching all the way around, he cupped my backside and ground me against his crotch. My womanhood could feel his erection sitting right where I needed it to be. He lifted me from the desk, pivoted, and then threw me down. All at once, I was on his bed, my legs splayed wide, wearing only panties. Being overwhelmed by anticipation and desire, I felt the pit in my stomach, riddled with anxiety.
I watched as he slowly undid his belt, standing above me, looking down. He was all power and masculinity, ready to bare himself for my pleasure. I drank in his movements with greedy eyes as he slid the jeans off and pulled his underwear down. His cock sprang to attention, suddenly freed from its constraints. It was larger than it had looked before, stiff and dark in anticipation of my consent.
I reached down to remove the last vestige of fabric between us, but he firmly pushed my hands away. Instead, he touched my hips, his fingers burning through my skin. With the concentration of an artist painting a masterpiece, he drew the cloth down my legs, finally sliding it free and discarding it. I breathed a sigh of relief. Every second that stood between me and my release irritated me. To see him standing naked before me, the view was magical. Climbing down to lie above me, he moved slowly, as if to savor every instance. I wanted him inside me so badly it hurt.
He ignored my unspoken request, turning his attention to one of my throbbing nipples. He sucked it into his mouth, on his hands and knees above me. I arched up into him, the sensation in my chest almost a match for the desire in my loins. I closed my eyes, unable to bear it anymore. He was too tender—he made me feel like I was the only woman in the world.
I felt one hand grasp my hip, sliding across acres of skin to sink between my legs and touch the burning ember that lay there. I opened up to him, felt his fingers part my folds and sink down to the pleasure button. It felt so good that I forgot everything, even the dull pounding of need. The moment had arrived. I let it carry me away on an ocean of bliss. He pushed his finger inside me, and I almost erupted around him. Moving in and out, he lightly feathered my clit at the same time. When my eyes flew open under the pressure, I found him grinning wickedly, like a devil who knew he was driving me insane.