Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 135955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Slowly, he breaks away. My eyes flutter open to find his beautiful face close.
“Tell me to stop. Tell me before it’s too late. Because the first taste will never be enough.”
“Don’t stop.”
He goes back on his knees, unlatching my legs and skimming his fingers up my inner thighs, over my hip bones, and bunching the material over my stomach.
My breath hitches when he rips the fabric, cool air covering my heated skin. Next come the straps as he pulls the top away and tosses it.
His eyes flame with what can only be described as carnal desire traveling over me.
I’ve never been self-conscious, but in this moment, doubt creeps in. Major is the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. The shredded muscles and tanned skin covered in ink only add to his already bold and powerful presence. He could have any woman in the world melting with one glance.
Ovaries on overload comes to mind.
I’m laid before him, fully exposed.
“Fucking exquisite.”
A thrill lights and races through my bloodstream.
He leans in, kissing a trail down my throat and chest, circling my nipple with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. The soft stubble of his beard barely scratches the skin but leaves electric tingles with each pull. His hand cups my other breast, kneading tenderly in sync with his mouth.
A moan escapes at the erotic sensations he’s created with his touch.
He releases my nipple, running his tongue down my stomach and inching my knees apart.
My body tenses and his head flies up. “You want me to stop?”
No, my body screams, but my brain hesitates. The two times I’ve engaged in oral sex have ended in disappointment. Nothing about it seemed sexy or sensual. Dirty talk is a great form of foreplay, but it’s never measured up.
“It’s never been good for me,” I admit hoarsely.
A wicked grin spreads across his mouth. “Oh, baby, I love a good challenge.”
The second his lips brush over my clit, I bow off the bed. Overwhelming desire fires from all cylinders. His tongue glides up and down, teasing me until finally slipping through my folds.
Oh God, that feels good.
My thighs tighten, closing him in until he presses them apart, lapping, sucking, and licking until I’m writhing.
My fingers dig into the bed, clawing at the sheets with desperation. My body is wired tight, the anticipation building fast.
His tongue delves deeper, swirling inside until I’m breathless.
“Please.” The sultry plea is filled with raw need.
He licks up to my clit, flicking it over and over. When he sucks it into his mouth, I explode. He holds me down, continuing his assault, and another wave surges through my system. Spots fill my vision as I give in to the pleasure, whimpering his name.
I don’t know how much time passes before I come down and realize his looming presence.
His face is all I see when my eyes focus. The wicked grin from earlier is now smug. “You good?”
“Oh, yeah. I’ve been missing out.”
His eyes darken, his grin falling. “No one will ever touch you again, Jewls. Fucking addicted. I could spend all night devouring your sweet pussy while you ride my face.”
My heart flips in my chest at the possession in his words. My eyes roam down his body, realizing his shorts are gone. I swallow hard at the sight.
His body it a work of art. All of it. The piercing is small in contrast to his size.
Long, hard, thick—gorgeous.
I momentarily lose myself thinking about how he’ll feel moving inside me.
“Condom,” he growls, moving away.
I grab his arm, the words tumbling out. “I’m on the pill.”
“Baby, you ready for that?”
“Are you?” For a second, I think maybe I’ve misread exactly how serious this relationship is.
He picks up on my anxiety, cupping my cheek as he positions back between my legs. “I’m in love with you, Julianna. But I don’t want to push too much too soon.”
“Is it too soon, though? I don’t want to waste any more time getting ready for the next step. I want all of you.”
“I’m clean. It’s been a long time and always protected.”
Being clean wasn’t even on my mind since my sex life hit a dead zone a long time ago. “Me too.”
He positions himself at my entrance, slowly sliding inside, holding my gaze. I stretch around him, feeling every inch of his firmness penetrating. A lump forms in my throat at his expression when he fills me.
A beautiful intensity.
“You good?”
“Amazing.”
He dips down, brushing his lips over mine. “Never knew what perfection felt like until this minute.”
His hips move, slowly at first, the friction building with each stroke. My ankles and wrists lock around him, my hips pivoting at an angle to give him deeper access.
“Fuck, you’re tight.”
His thrusts pick up speed, pumping harder. I clamp down hard as the pleasure builds.
“Jewls,” he grates out, his eyes darkening.