Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 89265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
“Well, yes. All these things are going through my head, like what if my body isn’t perfect? What if I don’t move the right way? What if he thinks I’m not fun?”
“Okay. First, your body is beyond perfect.”
“It’s not.”
“Fuck off, yes it is.” He took my wrists and held my arms out. “Absolutely perfect. I’ve been thinking about it for two full days. I can’t believe I managed to get anything done at all. And if this is as far as we go tonight, and you want to get dressed and go home, I will go to bed feeling like the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet because I got to see you naked.”
I laughed and shook my head. “I don’t want to go home.”
“Good. Because there are so many things I want to do to you,” he said, moving close to me again. He ran his hands up the sides of my ribs and down over my hips. “And as long as you’re enjoying this, there’s no wrong way to move.” Suddenly he lifted me up and set me on the counter. Gently pushed my legs apart. Dropped down on his knees.
“What are you doing?” I whispered as he moved his mouth along the inside of one thigh.
“I’m testing a theory.” He switched to the other side.
“What theory is that?” I could barely speak as his lips edged closer to my center.
“That you taste even sweeter than that apple pie.”
“Oh—oh!” I cried as his tongue stroked me from bottom to top and moved in slow, sensuous circles over my clit. “Oh, God, that feels good.”
“I was right,” he murmured, hooking his hands beneath my thighs and pulling me toward him. He moaned as he buried his face between my legs. “Sweetest thing I ever tasted.”
If it had been anyone else—someone less sexy, less patient, less talented, less able to put me at ease with his deep, soft voice and his hot, firm tongue—I’d probably have been too panicked to enjoy what he was doing to me. Other guys had done this before, but none of them had ever been so good at it, and either I’d stopped their pointless puttering around down there before it grew tiresome or they gave up.
But after a minute of his sweet, slow attention, I started to relax. It was almost like getting drunk—words began to slur in my head, my skin grew warm and slick all over, my entire body started to tingle. All my inhibitions began to disappear.
I leaned back on my hands, mouth open, and watched in aroused disbelief as he used his mouth on me but somehow seemed to enjoy it so much it felt like it was for him. Then he started to go a little faster, a little harder, sucking my clit into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue.
I closed my eyes and let the orgasm build, willing myself to stay out of my head and follow the urges of my body. “Yes,” I whispered, my breath coming in quick, hot pants. The muscles in my lower body began to tighten. My toes pointed. My stomach flexed. I wished he were fucking me because I wanted to know what it would feel like to be this turned on during sex, but I never wanted him to stop what he was doing with his mouth.
Suddenly the words in my head were being said out loud. “Don’t stop,” I begged between gasps. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t …” And then my entire body was plunged into ecstasy, the tension releasing as he moaned right along with me.
Yes, I had an orgasm without battery-operated assistance. In his kitchen. On the counter.
Before I could even process the thought, he was standing up and undoing his jeans.
“Let me,” I demanded, replacing his hands with mine. I unbuttoned and unzipped and pushed everything down, and an erection sprang free, so massive I had second thoughts. “Jesus.” I stared down at it.
“Everything okay?”
“Yes. I mean maybe. I mean …” I swallowed hard and looked up at him. “You’re really big.”
“We don’t have to do anything more.”
I reached for him, wrapping my fingers around hot, hard flesh. “I want to. Don’t stop.”
I worked my hand up and down his length, shocked by the way it continued to thicken in my fist. He kissed me again, slipping one finger inside me, and I found myself aroused by the taste of my own body, mingled with the taste of his tongue. “I can’t believe how much I want you,” I whispered, amazed at the way he’d been able to lower all my defenses, move past my walls. I felt loose and liquid in my skin, and I wanted to wrap my body around his, feel him moving inside me.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, backing off and pulling up his pants.