Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 111775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 559(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 373(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 559(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 373(@300wpm)
“Don’t stop,” she said then, and I captured her mouth once more, my tongue gliding along hers as my hand travelled farther under her top. Just as I’d suspected, she was braless, and when my hand swept across the underside of her generous breast, a stuttering sigh escaped me.
She felt perfect.
“Please, keep touching me,” she begged between kisses, and I cupped her breast in my hand. My other hand gently captured her knee as I encouraged her to wrap her thigh around my waist. I settled between her legs; my erection almost painful as I firmly ground into her. She moaned, and I did it again, loving how she responded every time.
She was so reactive.
My hand moved over to massage her other breast, my thumb flicking her nipple as I pressed my erection to her centre. I wished for our clothes to disappear, but I knew that would be taking things way too fast. Too far. We needed to slow down, but I just couldn’t pry my lips away from hers. I wondered if I could make her come that way because I was so close to making an embarrassing fucking mess of myself.
I wanted to know if she was wet, and I couldn’t hold back my curiosity any longer when I paused massaging her breasts to run my hand back down her stomach and cup her pussy over her leggings. She moaned; her cheeks flushed as our gazes met. Her blue eyes were bright with desire as she bit her lip, and I ran my finger down the centre of her.
Surprising me, she took my hand, slowly bringing it up then under the waistband of her leggings. I’d never been so turned on in my life than when she guided me past her underwear. My fingers met her soft pussy, and I exhaled gruffly. I was stunned by the dichotomy of her, how she could be so shy and sweet, but then when she was in my arms, there was a spark of passion that lit her up just for me. It was the sexiest thing imaginable, her confidence in showing me where she wanted me to touch her.
She was wet, so wet, and silky soft under my fingers. She encouraged me to keep touching her, not that I needed any encouragement. I found her clit and gently circled, then suddenly, she tugged her hoodie over her head, and she was naked from the waist up.
I blinked, frozen for a second as I took in the expanse of her pale, flawless skin and rosy nipples. Her full, rounded breasts sent even more blood rushing south.
Finally, I came to my senses when she gripped my neck and pulled my face to her breasts. I was more aroused than ever, knowing she wanted my mouth on her, that I could incite such desire in a woman who was normally so very contained. I sucked on her nipple, still fingering her clit, and she sighed in ecstasy. I looked up, absorbing the erotic sight of her hair spread across her pillow, her eyes closed in sheer pleasure.
I divided my attention between both nipples, then dragged one finger down her wet, silky core before gently pushing inside. Her channel tightened around my one finger, and I added another.
“More, Shay, please,” she mewled, one hand sweeping over my shoulders while, with the other, she gently scraped her nails across my scalp in a way that sent pleasure shooting down my spine. I was bewitched by her, obsessed.
I moved my fingers in and out of her, my speed slowly increasing as I brought my thumb up to her clit. She cried out, her thighs tightening around my waist as I dragged my tongue from one full, gorgeous breast to the other.
Her short nails dug hard into my scalp, and I knew she was close. I continued finger fucking her, my thumb circling her clit, my mouth on her tits, savouring each nipple, until she reached a fever pitch. Maggie came with a quick, hard shudder, followed by several shaky trembles. I dragged my hand from her leggings, my eyes hot on hers as I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked them clean.
I was far too eager to taste her, all of her, but for now, that would have to be enough. A bright flush coloured her cheeks as she watched me, her eyelids lowered and her eyes hazy from her orgasm. I’d never enjoyed making someone come as much as I enjoyed driving Maggie to release.
I was still hard as steel as her heavy-lidded eyes traversed my body. She inhaled sharply when she saw the outline of my erection and reached forward, gently stroking.
“Come here,” she whispered as her delicate hand moved up and down, and I shuddered, my face falling into the hollow between her neck and shoulder. It was … too much. I was aroused, but I didn’t want her to feel like she had to make me come just because I’d done the same for her.