Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
“I missed you,” she gasps right before her lips meet mine.
“Mmphhhf soooo blooo.” Maybe kissing and talking isn’t a good idea since that didn’t come out right. Anyway, I’d rather just kiss and not talk.
She trembles against me, taking my mouth and melting into me while I stumble around like I’ve had a few too many of those chocolate milkshakes. Alright, maybe that’s a bad example. Remi has to break the kiss a few times to give me directions even though I should know the way to her bedroom. I’ve done this before, but I’m drunk on her kisses, her delicious mouth, and the burning need that’s consuming me.
Remi is consuming me too. The kiss is consuming me. She’s not afraid to use her teeth to scrape over my bottom lip, use her tongue to stroke deeply against mine, and angle her head and give me all of herself. I have endorphins firing like crazy, and maybe that’s what makes me feel drunk.
Our tongues battle it out, tasting and warring and pleasuring, and I finally turn the corner and end up in Remi’s room. I get the door shut with a great amount of effort, and then it’s only a short trek to her bed, though it feels like it takes forever. When I set her down and tug her legs toward the end of the bed, I’m all goosebumps, liquid bones, and red hot desire. Her hands are already working on the button on her shorts, tearing at the zipper. I’m so hard that my dick is going to tear through my jeans before I manage to get my hands coordinated enough to strip them off.
I give up on that task when Remi tears her shorts off, baring herself to me. She puts her heels on the bed and lets her legs fall open, and holy gravy, she’s not wearing panties.
“That’s very naughty,” I gulp, my voice sounding like a hiccup and a gasp had a baby.
“Yes.” Her eyes glow with feral delight. “I anticipated you coming over. I didn’t see the point in putting them on when they were just going to end up on the floor. Thought I’d save on some laundry. It’s a green choice, really. Helping to save the planet one pair of panties at a time.”
I choke back a laugh and fall to my knees. I skim my hands over Remi’s slender ankles, up the creamy skin of her calves, and up her knees. I caress her thighs, letting my fingers play over her silky skin like she’s an instrument. I feel her vibrate beneath me, and it’s like, yup, I’m hitting all the right chords.
She makes a far more satisfying sound when I replace my fingers with my lips and start tracing kisses up to where I need to taste her. She spreads her legs a little further apart on the bed, lifting one eyebrow in a saucy challenge. Her pupils are blown, though, so I can tell how much she needs this.
“Dear god, Van, I just realized something.” Remi’s fingers thread through my hair. “My pussy is dying a slow, agonizing death, and it needs instant revival. Only your tongue can save her.”
“Gah!” I don’t know whether to laugh or be scandalized, but maybe both. Both are fun. They should always go hand in hand. “Well, in that case….”
I try my best to give good mouth to, uh…well, not mouth. I accidentally scrape my teeth over Remi’s clit, but when she throws herself back against the bed and mutters something that sounds like “holy fucking gravy buckets,” I guess maybe it wasn’t a bad thing. I go to town, burying my mouth in the sweetest pussy that ever existed. Remi is perfect from head to freaking toes, but she’s the most perfect here. I lave her clit with my tongue, sucking her into my mouth until her back arches off the bed and her legs tremble around my shoulders. I do my best to save her dying pussy, to bring her back to life. Judging from the sounds that are escaping her throat and the way her hands tear at my hair and shoulders, I’m either making things a heck of a lot worse or doing something incredibly right.
I’m pretty sure the entire resuscitation should involve more than just her clit, so I move away, licking every bit of her and savoring every single drop of arousal that I gather up with my tongue. I explore between her folds, parting her for me with my fingers until I can fill her with my tongue.
“Oh my god, Van…god, gravy, please….”
I swirl her clit gently with my finger while I continue working her with my tongue.
“Shit, I dreamed about this,” Remi pants. “Alright, fantasized. About you doing this to me. But this is so much better. It’s so, so much better.”