Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
But at least I felt something.
I slid my hands along the outside of her hips to her thighs. I rubbed and squeezed her bare skin, and her legs parted further in what seemed like an involuntary response. Gradually, I moved my hands to the inside of her thighs, rubbing up and down and moving closer to her folds with every stroke. Then I knelt down.
Kylie gulped as she watched me. I still couldn’t see between her legs, not with the sweater hanging down, but I knew my goal was just inches away. She knew it, too. I grasped the edge of her sweater and looked up at her, as if asking permission.
She nodded, and I lifted the hem of her sweater, throwing it entirely over my head. It was big enough for two people anyway. Kylie’s gorgeous pussy was right in front of me, but I ignored it, looking up and waiting for her reaction. She didn’t disappoint. She pulled the neckline of her sweater away, staring down at my upturned face. It was like looking at each other through a tunnel.
Kylie giggled softly, and I was glad I hadn’t gone straight for the prize, so to speak. Then she did something I hadn’t expected. She pulled her sweater up and over her head. It bunched up behind her hair so it only covered her arms and back. Her sweet breasts were still concealed by a camisole, ending at her waist.
I was a little taken aback by the way she’d bared herself to me, in the middle of campus, during the day. But then again, her courage had never lacked. If it had, she never would’ve spent even one night with three strange men at Henderson.
I smiled once more, peppering kisses on the inside of her thigh. I worked my way up to where she was spread wide, skipping over the fun part. Instead, I kissed my way up the inside of her other thigh. Kylie spread her legs even more, until she was practically doing a split, but I placed my hands on her thighs and pushed anyway. Her gasp told me it turned her on to have a man hold her open like that.
I dipped my head, blowing warm air over her slit. She was neatly shaved, but had enough hair left to prove she was all woman. I liked what I saw and was eager to taste it for myself—after I’d teased her enough, of course.
One of Kylie’s hands gripped my hair. Not in a rough way, but more like she’d tried to brace herself. That was smart of her.
I splayed my fingers wide, holding her thighs apart while my thumbs rested on either side of her seam. She gasped and her fingers trembled against my head. Slowly, I slid my thumbs apart, spreading her soft skin. In a sea of pink, one spot stood out. I leaned in and gave it a solid lick, nearly making Kylie bolt off the table.
I couldn’t help smirking. Even if I didn’t feel things the way I used to, that didn’t mean I couldn’t have some fun.
Still holding her open, I moved lower, licking past her opening and back up again. I circled her clit, but didn’t make direct contact before licking my way back down again. I made my tongue flat and wide as I pressed against her tight hole, pushing just enough to let her know it wouldn’t be empty for long. Then it was back up to her clit. I flicked over it once, then twice, sucking it into my mouth. Kylie shrieked and arched her back. I glanced up, admiring how the hard points of her nipples thrusted out of her shirt.
Time to up the stakes. While I teased her clit, giving it light pressure but not enough to push her over the edge, I let my index finger glide up and down her wet slit. Then, when I circled her clit with my tongue, I circled her entrance with my fingertip. Sometimes the circles were in the same direction and sometimes the opposite.
I’d forgotten how much I liked doing this. There was something carnal about making a woman squirm and writhe. Making her lose control and come undone. It was about power, but it was also about connection. About knowing her and figuring out what made her tick—and then giving her that until she screamed.
She gasped when I pushed my finger a half inch inside her. Shit, she was tight. Kylie groaned as I pushed further in, stroking her inner walls. “God,” she moaned. And then, “Please.”
She hadn’t asked for anything specific, but that didn’t stop me from giving her what I thought she needed. I eased another finger in her, working them in and out, slowly at first and then speeding up. Kylie’s breathing grew faster and louder. Soon, her ragged breathing filled the air in the strange little room.