Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 43444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
“Kissing my wife hello.”
Oh God.
His tongue was stiff against her clit before she could register his words. The sensation was so shocking she started to pull away instinctively, stilling when his hold on her tightened and he growled a warning against her sensitive flesh.
“Holy shit.”
He gave her a long swipe with his tongue as a reward for giving him his way, groaning loudly and pulling her closer to his mouth. Fucking her with his tongue.
Her head dropped, neck too weak to hold it up while he ravaged her. Bit and sucked and stroked her as if he couldn’t get enough. As if he’d die without it. Each groan and hum from his lips sent bursts of fire through her body until she was glowing from the heat.
“I didn’t know it would feel like this,” she murmured, every inch of her skin tingling with arousal. What kind of magic was he working with that tongue? What usually took her an hour of fantasizing with the help of personal massagers, he was doing in seconds with his mouth.
William’s grip tightened, lips brushing against the inside of her thigh as he spoke. “You didn’t know? Bronte, baby, tell me you’re not a—”
A forty-one-year-old virgin?
“I’m not,” she assured him. Technically, it was true. “I haven’t had—no one’s ever gone down there before.”
“No one?” His fingers dug into her skin and the disbelief in his voice was oddly satisfying. “I can’t say I’m sorry about that. Or that knowing doesn’t make me feel possessive and greedy for more.”
He flipped her onto her back with an ease that thrilled her, and she looked up in time to see him pull off his t-shirt before he leaned over her, his tight stomach pressed to her sensitive sex as he gave her a deep, soul-stirring kiss.
“I need it,” he muttered against her lips. “I’m the only one that knows how you taste? That secret sweetness belongs to me now and I want to drink it all down and be the first to use my tongue to make you scream.”
She could climax from his words alone. “Silver-tongued devil,” she teased breathlessly, desperate to shift the balance back in her favor. “I bet you think you can use that accent to dirty talk me into anything.”
His smile was tight. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it. You’re soaking me with the proof. I think you love hearing about what I want to do to you. And I know you want me to make you come.”
Her gaze roamed over his strong, stubborn jaw, sensual lips and the dusting of freckles scattered over his face and shoulders. The ones that should have looked out of place on such masculine features. The ones she’d always used to try and remind herself how young he was.
Right now she wanted to lick each and every one. To touch him everywhere and make him as wild as he was making her.
But William didn’t give her the chance. He guided her thighs over his shoulders, his need so raw she knew she couldn’t deny him what they both wanted.
“Yes.”
He lowered his head, her hips lifting to meet him as he claimed her again with his mouth. His tongue was everywhere. Exploring. Savoring. He suck hard on her clit and her hands tugged frantically at his hair, not sure whether she wanted him to stop or keep going when two thick, rough fingers pushed inside her, stretching her wide and making her moan.
“You’re squeezing me so tight, love,” he rasped. “I’m about to burst out of my damn jeans, with how good this feels. Wet and tight and all mine.”
Her heart pounded in her ears, but she still heard the sharp sound of the zipper lowering on his jeans. Felt the shoulder that held her thigh jerk and jolt again and again until she realized what he was doing.
She wanted to watch him stroke his cock, but she wasn’t willing to let him go. She was too close to touching something she’d barely managed to reach before, and too greedy to give it up.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, feet digging into his back when he added a third finger—too much—and thrust deep. “William. Oh God. Oh damn, don’t stop. It’s too much. I’m almost—” She cried out, focused on the tightening cord inside her that felt close to snapping.
“Fuck yes,” he snarled, his breath hot against her sex. “Let go for me. Come on my fingers. Let me finally feel it.”
She shouted his name, her body arching with the force of it. She was so shattered she couldn’t stop shaking. She was out of control. Helpless. Powerful. Every nerve in her body vibrating from what he’d just done to her.
Floating in the aftermath, partially comatose, she thought about all the Guinea Pig Parties, aka GPP, where she and her siblings discussed conquests and swapped stories while Austen experimented on them with face cream ingredients. Her brothers and sisters didn’t realize how little experience she’d had or how long she’d gone without, so they must have assumed she already knew that sex could be like, well, that.