Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 147649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
I hold up a finger. “Alternatively”—she giggles as I take her hand—“we could just sit down here”—I kneel, taking her with me—“and enjoy a little break.”
Now we’re both kneeling. And I have to suck in a breath when I look at her. Because the golden glow from the sky is casting a light over her that makes her appear… luminescent.
“In fact,” I continue, “I think we should… maybe… make some new memories.”
“Let me guess. You think we should have sex, don’t you?”
“Woman, it’s like you’re inside my head at all times.”
“You kind of have a one-track mind. It’s not that hard to read it.”
“Is that a no?”
“It’s not a no. But”—she smirks and shrugs her shoulders—“I’m not really in the mood.”
When Pie says she’s not in the mood it’s my cue to put her in the mood. I turn towards her, leaning in as I take a step to erase the small distance between us. As I do this, one hand slips around the velvety skin where her lower back meets her ass while the other hand slips over her hipbone on the opposite side, caging her in my arms.
Her eyes are dancing with delight just like her little hooves do when she’s excited. “We should stay focused.”
“Oh, I’m focused.”
“On business, I mean.”
I reach up and stroke her cheek. This sends a little shiver through her body and she does a little shake. “We’re stuck in a hallway, Pell.”
“We’re not stuck. We’re just… visiting.”
“The devil is after me. My best friend is missing.”
I lean into her neck and press my lips against the soft, soft skin just below her ear. “We could make a door anytime we want. And we can make that door take us anywhere we want. Saving Jacqueline is a matter of good timing and nothing else.”
“Good timing?”
“Twenty minutes, Pie.” I whisper this in her ear. She has good points. It’s hard to justify sex when her friend could be missing. But that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna try. “Don’t we deserve twenty minutes?”
She sighs and goes soft. And then her hands are on my shoulders, pressing down. Encouraging me to kneel.
I look up at her, grinning as I lower myself to my knees and find my mouth right at her bare belly button.
“We should be quick.” But then she bites her lip. Her tell.
I flip her little skirt up—my eyes still locked on hers—and stick my tongue out as I lean in between her legs and pull her cute red-tartan panties to the side.
The moment my tongue sweeps against her sweet, sweet folds Pie grabs my horns with both hands and throws her head back.
My hands grip her hips as I lean in, flicking my tongue just enough to tease.
“OK.” She breathes this syllable out. “Fine. You win—oooooohhh!”
I chuckle as I slide the finger I’ve pushed up inside her in and out. Then I lean my face into her stomach, letting my shaggy cheek skim along that velvet boundary just below her belly button. She squeezes her legs together and twists her body a little—a signal that she is about to explode if I don’t pull back.
I don’t pull back.
I like to get Pie off immediately. Get the first orgasm over with so we can slow down for the next few. And I’m just picking up the pace with my finger, ready to do that, when she scoots to the side, breaking the moment.
“What are you doing?”
“I know what you’re thinking.” Her face is flushed pink and her breath is coming out eager and heavy. “You’re thinking that you can get this first one over with—”
“Pie.”
“And then we can slow down and just linger in the sex—”
“Pie.”
“Like we’ve got all the time in the world.”
“Don’t we? We are in the hallways.”
She grabs my horns, pulls me up so I’m standing, then reaches for my cock through my pants. “This is a quickie, mister.” Her fingertips slip into the waistband of my pants and she tugs me forward. A moment later, the button is popped and the zipper is down.
When her hand wraps around my cock and pulls it out, I nearly moan. “Well. I’m not sure what your point is, but I’m on board.”
Pie smirks. “Here’s my point.” She lifts her long, long, sexy leg—unfurling it at the knee until her hoof is pointing towards the sky—and then she sets her ankle down on my shoulder. Grinning. “Quickie. Go.”
Dare I look down at the scene she has painted for me?
Oh, hell yeah, I do. One hand wraps around her ankle on my shoulder, while the other slides down her inner thigh, my eyes following the progression of my fingertips.
The soft, pink folds between her legs are glistening and full. And when I look up into her eyes, I lick my lips.
“Later.” She giggles this word out. “We can do all that slow stuff later.”