Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 126060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
She moved between his thighs and unhooked the fine gold chain. “Yes. I’m going to dance for you first. Hopefully, you’ll find my dancing sexy. I’ll find it sexy if you’re using that lube and getting yourself off while I’m getting myself off. We’ll just be getting started.” She wanted to reassure him that they would be doing more than watching each other.
Geno leaned forward and brushed kisses over her lips. Featherlight. As if he were painting them with an artist’s brush. Her heart stuttered. Her sex clenched. His hands dropped to her hips, and he pulled her closer to the heat of his groin. He was so hot. Only the material of his trousers separated them. She was completely naked other than her ballet slippers. She pressed tight against the thick evidence of his desire. He was long and thick, so hard, his girth wide. She rubbed against him without conscious thought, trying to alleviate the building ache.
She’d been thinking about making love with Geno for days, looking up the best ways to make things work between them. She’d spent so much time thinking about him and working out the details, planning for this night, that she was already aroused.
Geno leaned closer, kissing his way over her chin and down her throat to the curve of her breasts as he reached around her to clip the thin chain of diamonds around her hips. His mouth closed over her right breast, and he sucked, his tongue fluttering against her nipple. Fire streaked from her nipple straight to her sex. She circled his neck with one arm and stroked the front of his trousers with her palm.
Anticipation was very necessary when it came to sex. She was so ready after thinking about Geno for so long and planning everything out for him. She loved those sensual lines carved so deep in his face. The way his eyes lit up for her. Not just lit up. It was far more than that. There was love there. So much she could drown in it. She couldn’t remember having anyone love her. Not like this. Wholly focused. Intense. Overwhelming. Real.
Geno was a sexual man. Not just sexual, but everything he did was sensual. He might look different from his suave and sophisticated cousins, but his dark, dangerous appearance only added to his sensual attraction. She saw the way other women looked at him. There was a natural, primitive appeal. He would never want for sexual partners if he looked for them.
“You always look so beautiful, Amaranthe,” Geno murmured.
His breath felt hot against her skin, adding to the desire coiling like a hot fist deep in her abdomen. The pressure built faster and stronger than she expected.
She was very certain Geno was the only one who thought she was beautiful, but she knew he genuinely believed her to be, and that knowledge made her feel beautiful. And sexy. She’d never considered herself sensual, but right at that moment, with Geno looking at her the way he was, she felt sensual. That feeling and the way he looked at her gave her the necessary courage to continue with her plan.
She stepped away from him reluctantly. “I think you really need to strip, Geno. Everything off.” Desperately trying not to blush, she indicated the items she’d laid out on the tray. “I’m dancing for you and hopefully you’ll enjoy yourself. Really enjoy yourself.”
Geno flashed her a dark sensual smile, one that took her breath and sent heat spiraling down her spine. He had no inhibitions at all. He shed his clothes with an easy casualness, his fist circling his heavy cock as he stretched out, one hand lifting the toys on the tray.
“You did a good job shopping, Amara. I did some shopping as well.”
More color swept up her skin. “You did? Were we reading the same articles?”
“We seem to be on the same page when we decide on things,” he said. He put down the thick dildo and used the lube. “Nice that this is good-tasting.”
Her blush deepened. “I’m all about thinking ahead.”
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Geno’s body was already as hard as a rock. He couldn’t take his eyes off his shadow dancer. He’d done everything wrong his first night with her, although he’d been determined to do things right. He’d been too rough, gone too deep, made her sore. He wasn’t going to repeat his mistakes. He’d done research on the internet, but he’d also consulted with an expert on how someone his size could have the best sex possible with someone Amaranthe’s size. It seemed as if Amaranthe had done the same. He loved her even more for caring enough to spend the time researching and then putting a plan into action.
Just seeing the toys and lube on the tray had Geno choking with emotion. She loved him enough to want to research the same way he had. She hadn’t retreated from him the way many women might have, instead she’d looked for ways to make their sex life good. Instinctively, he knew she wanted that for him because he mattered to her. When he considered having a partner, he hadn’t really envisioned her loving him or even caring enough to do little things for him, let alone finding ways to make their sexual relationship as amazing as possible.