Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
He sings for several minutes before finally lingering on a last melancholic note.
“Oh Ezo,” I reach out and grasp his hand. “That was so beautiful. What was it about?”
His bright blue eyes flick towards mine. “It is about longing for home after all has been lost in battle.”
Again, he doesn’t say more but I sense a deep well of sorrow. I don’t think he’s had an easy life. I hope one day he’ll open up to me but right now? Right now all I want to do is comfort him and ease the sorrow I see in his eyes.
I lean forward and slowly, gently kiss him. Our lovemaking so far this morning was quick and a little frantic but now I want to take it slow. I climb over his lap, straddling him where he sits back against the headboard.
Immediately, I feel him harden beneath me.
I caress his cheeks as I kiss his lips, then along his jaw line and finally his earlobe. “You’re home now,” I whisper and the shudder that wracks his body makes a wave of heat spill through me.
We’re already naked so there’s no barrier between us. I reach down and position his bottom cock at my entrance.
He sucks in a deep breath as I settle down on him, inch by slow inch. His other cock provides the most delicious friction against my clit and soon it’s me shuddering in his arms.
No one makes me feel as complete, as new, as this man does. My lips seek his again and as the first drops of precum leak inside me, I’m catapulted into his mind and heart. His gratitude fills me to the brim.
It’s far too soon, but the ridiculous word still pings through my head: love.
Chapter Eleven
Ezo
I awaken to the most delicious scent I have ever smelled.
My eyes pop open and I immediately turn in bed to look for Ana.
She is there, smiling at me with a wicked gleam in her eyes. She lies on top of the covers but there is something all over her body. A dark, sweetly addictive smelling substance that she must have dribbled over herself while I slept.
“Want a taste?” She arches an eyebrow.
I blink, my erections immediately stirring to life again even though they have been put to so much use today already. So much so that I must have passed out without meaning to after our last time together.
And now I wake to this, the most beautiful female in the universe, teats lathered in the most delicious smelling—
My eyes pop open wide, my heart beat accelerating in excitement. “Is that…chocolate?”
She grins and it is the most beautiful sight. “Yep.”
I’m on her in an instant, though I’m careful not to smudge any of the precious substance.
I lick curiously at the very tip of her teat. She sucks in a sharp breath as flavor explodes over my senses.
It is rich and smooth and sweet and bitter and it dissolves on my tongue, too quickly gone. I lap at her again. And then again.
It is the most exquisite thing I have ever tasted or scented in my entire life, second only to Ana’s pussy juices.
But then my head snaps up, because sure enough when I look, I see that she has also drizzled chocolate over her sex. I can experience both of my new favorite flavors at once.
I move down the bed possibly faster than I’ve ever moved in my life. I must taste her essence combined with the chocolate.
I lap at her and oh, ohhhhh—
Ancients, I cannot—
I lick more, harder, and with every sweep of my tongue, more of Ana’s juices flow. I feel her pleasure, as alive and explosive as my own, amping every sensation up a thousand times higher. My hands tremble as I clutch her hips. I cannot lick fast enough. I need more. I need every drop of her.
It’s not long before I have licked her flesh clean of chocolate, but then her hands push my head out of the way. I’m about to balk but then I see she is pouring more chocolate sauce over herself, a long fountainous drizzle that cascades down her pussy and slips between her folds.
I all but knock the bottle out of her hands in my eagerness to taste her again. My erections dig into the bed as I lick and suckle. Every lungful is Ana, every sweep of my tongue.
I feel her, taste her, know her.
It’s rising, so high and so hard. Her orgasm and mine.
Oh God, yes, yes— Keep doing th—
Right there. Oh fuck, yes.
Her hands tangle in my hair. Fingernails dig into my scalp. I want to beg for her to grip me harder, to yank at my hair, but I don’t dare pull away. I’m too busy slurping up tongue-fulls of Ana and her chocolate.
When I lick up the last ounce of chocolate, I can’t stand it anymore. Her need is too loud in my head.