Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
When Raiden’s hands pause on my thighs, I look down. He’s looking up at me, seeing me. Not just seeing naked me, but really seeing me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he hisses, and somehow, it doesn’t sound vulgar coming from him. Rather, it sounds wonderful. Now my head is swimming so hard that I think I might have sunstroke and rabies.
“I…I’m seriously n—”
“Don’t even say that. Do not.” Raiden leans forward, and my god, now his breath is exhaling all over my most sensitive place, and it’s making me realize I’m soaking wet because there’s a strange reaction going on down there that feels a lot like wind cooling off your sweat on a hot summer day. “All I’ve thought about is doing this. For days now.”
I gulp. “Days? You’ve thought about eating my…uh…well…for days?”
“Yes. Is that weird?”
“Kind of. I mean—”
“I think it’s hot. If you knew how hard it was to walk around with a fucking pine tree in my pants for a week…”
“Haven’t you ever heard of your hand?” Why did I just say that?
“I tried that. It didn’t work. I need the real thing. I need you.”
“Ouch!” I smack at my thigh on instinct, nearly taking out Raiden’s face. I glance down after moving my fingers away. “Dang mosquitoes.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of them.” True to his word, Raiden swats another away.
“You should have brought a change of clothes,” I say smartly, because of course, right now is the time for sarcasm—with Raiden’s hot as farge face just an inch away from my lady cave. And my lady button. And my lady bits. What the hell am I even thinking right now? Does it all need separate classifications, or does cave just encompass it all?
“Don’t worry. I won’t need them.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Argh!” I slap at a mosquito that just bit at my arm.
Raiden smacks another on my thigh. Suddenly, I’m worried about my butt getting bitten or somewhere more private, but then Raiden moves, and I’m no longer focused on the bugs anymore. I think they could bite me near to death, and I wouldn’t even realize it was happening until I was just one big bite.
“Well, goo…oh. Holy. Wow.” That’s about as articulate as it gets because Raiden’s jaw, which probably hasn’t seen a razor since yesterday, rasps along the inside of my thigh. Even that steals all my oxygen, but then he decides to put his tongue where it matters.
Since there are quite a few places that could potentially count, and no, it’s not my toe or my armpit, I’ll be more specific. He runs his amazing, dextrous, and incredible tongue along my seam, and his breath feels delicious against my overheated skin. Warm against warm. I can freaking feel drops of wetness trickling down my leg.
The second pass he makes with his tongue makes my legs quiver, and I feel like I should be doing this sitting down. Before I embarrass myself and fall over, I grab Raiden’s hair and hang on for dear life. Good grapes, how is it possible for a guy to have such soft hair? Oh right. He has lots of money, which can buy you just about anything.
The third and fourth pass nearly make me lose my mind.
I’m not a screamer as I think that’s just overdone. I don’t need to bellow my lungs out in an effort to convey that I feel pleasure, but holy hotdogs, I kind of want to let out some feral sounding noises at the moment, and Raiden hasn’t even touched my clit yet.
Not because he doesn’t know where it is. I know he can find it. I also know he’s going to try and drag this out just to prove a point. Raiden is like that. He’s competitive, and he thinks I’m thinking about the incident from last time though I’m not. Well, maybe just a little, but he’s right. I might bug him about it, but it was kind of a compliment, which is exactly why I’ve spent so much time trying not to think about it.
As if he knows I’m too much up in my head and not enough in my body, Raiden’s tongue takes another hot pass and then arches upward, gently flicking against my clit before his lips are there and he suckles the tight little bud into his mouth.
Bling and bananas! My hips rock hard right into Raiden’s face, and my nails are probably going to leave a permanent mark against his skull.
He keeps it up, dancing away from my clit, flicking it with his tongue, and doing all sorts of crazy, fantastic, and un-freaking-believable thing with his mouth for a good few minutes while I writhe and buck and do all sorts of crazy, fantastic, and un-freaking-believable things to his face. Basically, I’m riding it while standing up.