Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72543 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72543 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
He kisses my knees and that gentle touch of his mouth to my skin, hums through me like a song playing an erotic tune on my nerve endings. “I wonder how many times in this lifetime I can kiss every part of you?” he asks. “How many do you think?”
“Not enough,” I dare, because it’s the truth. Damion can never kiss me enough, there will never be a time when anything with him was too much.
His lips curve and he kisses my knees again, easing my legs apart, opening me to him, and now I feel exposed and vulnerable, but it’s also sexy and arousing. He was right. I’m at his mercy and my hands are not even tied anymore. His hands run up and down my thighs, thumbs caressing an upward path until he teases me with the briefest brush of my nub. I suck in a breath, my nipples so tight it’s painful, and when his mouth begins tracing a path up one of my inner thighs, his tongue darting here and there, I’m lost in sensations, my fingers digging into the arms of the chair.
Just when I think his mouth will finally be where I want him, in the most intimate part of my body, his finger slides through the slick heat there, and dips inside, there and gone, and he starts all over with the other thigh. I’m coming unglued, barely tolerating the teasing and when his finger slides inside me again, the idea that he will deny me again, is too much. I sit up and capture his face. “Damion.”
“What do you want, Alana?”
“You know what I want. You made me want it.”
“You want me to lick you here,” he says, his finger teasing the delicate flesh.
“Yes.”
“Say it. Lick my—”
“No.” I shove on his shoulders, and he laughs low and deep.
“Okay, okay,” he says. “I’ll say it for you. Do you want to lick your pretty, pink pussy, baby?”
“Damion,” I growl, all too aware that he’s loving the way this heats my cheeks and embarrasses me, but also oh so aware of him pulling down barriers, and that’s not a bad thing. It’s just new and it feels taboo because of our history, oddly more so than anything else we’ve done.
He laughs again, the deep rumble vibrating through me and clenching my sex around his fingers. His eyes light with mischief. “I hope you plan to squeeze me that hard when I’m inside you.”
I catch the silky strands of his hair in my fingers and not gently. “Stop teasing me.”
“You want my mouth, baby, at least say please.”
“You’re an asshole,” I complain, but I give him what he wants. “Please.”
He leans in and kisses me. “Good girl,” he murmurs and I have no idea why those words, or perhaps his approval, turn me on, but oh how it does.
He eases down my body, gives my thigh one more little kiss, and then finally, he’s where I want him, his breath a hot tease, his tongue teasing my clit, circling it, and then his mouth closes over me, hot and perfect. I gasp with the impact, sinking back against the cushion and he drags my leg over his shoulder, two of his fingers dipping inside me, and then it’s just magic. He licks, strokes, suckles, and I’m already so on edge, that I tumble into orgasm way too soon.
I quake with the impact and it’s like he’s done this to me a million times. He knows just when to ease up, just how to bring me down. When my body collapses with the end of my release, he’s climbing up my body, kissing me, a drugging salty kiss, and when it’s over he says, “On my tongue is where you’ve belonged your entire life, baby.”
I laugh. “Well not our entire life. We were kids.”
“I started thinking about it around thirteen.”
“No, you did not.”
He stands and pulls me to my feet, his hand low on my butt, as he says, “I did. I also always loved your sweet little ass.” He squeezes it and turns, sitting down and pulling me on top of him.
I straddle him, his erection between us, and our playful mood shifts, my hands settling over his erection. He covers it there and says, “This, too. My cock in your hand. You have no idea how many times I wanted this.”
I don’t laugh, and he doesn’t either. His hand slides under my hair cupping my neck and he drags my mouth to his. “I wanted you then. I want you now. And loving you, baby, is just a part of who I am.”
I can barely breathe with his words, and yet somehow, he’s the only reason I can breathe. His mouth closes over mine, and the passion between us is sexy and delicious, but it goes from slow and luxurious, to a frenzied burn. Damion parts our lips, and lifts me, anchoring me as I wrap my palm around his cock, and slide him inside me.