Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 71074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
"Mayson,” I pant out his name, my whole fucking body on edge. I just need to feel his skin on mine.
I need him to just rip my shirt off. He finally pushes it up, exposing my baby blue lace bra, which leaves nothing to the imagination. "Fuck," he hisses, cupping one of them while he bends to take the nipple in his mouth right through the lace.
I watch him move from one to the other and then slowly trace the top of my breast with his fingers before slipping them in and finally touching my nipple. He pushes the bra down and then slips his head down. Taking the nipple between his teeth, he bites softly, the pleasure shooting straight to my stomach and all the way to my core. "You’re fucking perfect," he says, and my eyes close now as he moves from one nipple to the other. I’m on edge, and he hasn’t even taken my shirt off.
"I need to feel you,” I say, and he just looks at me. "Your skin on mine," I finally say and sit up, pulling my shirt over my head and grabbing the bra at the same time. I lean in, kissing his chest, and I see his stomach sink in a bit. My hands stop moving. "Is this okay?"
"It’s more than okay," he says. "It’s just," he starts to say. "I’m trying really hard not to," he says as my hands go from his chest to his neck, "lose control."
"Why?" I ask him.
"Because," he says softly. "I want to take my time with you. Savor you." He kisses my lips, his tongue sliding onto mine but with more need. I lie down, and he sinks onto me, his chest on mine. My legs wrap around his hips as my pussy lines up with his cock. I move my hips brazenly, and he lets go of my lips to hiss out.
"Did I hurt you?" I ask worriedly.
"No." He shakes his head. "But if you do that one more time, it’s going to be really fucking embarrassing for one of us," he says. "I don’t think I can wait much longer." He leans down, taking a nipple into his mouth, and then moves down the middle of my stomach to the hem of my shorts. "Tell me this is okay." He looks up at me.
"All of me,” I say, "is yours." His fingers slowly pull my shorts down along with my lace thong, and I lie here fully naked in front of him. I lift my hand to cover one breast shyly and try to close my legs. "Don’t," he says, his eyes turning almost black. "Don’t hide from me." He gets lower now and moves his lips left and right across my stomach. "I have to taste you," he says. When his tongue licks up my slit, I feel like there are stars all around me. My hips move up on their own as he sucks in and then licks up again. My hands grip the sheets next to me as his tongue flicks my clit. My body is shaking, and I can’t help but watch him eat me. When his eyes meet mine, he stops, and I’m the one who groans.
"Why?" I ask him.
"Because I want to kiss you," he says, moving from between my legs now. "I want to play with you," he says, and I just look at him as he leans down to kiss me. One hand cups his cheek, and the other hand goes to the back of his neck as I taste myself on his tongue. He is kissing me when I feel his fingers touch my pussy. He moves them up and down and then slips his two fingers in me. He swallows my moan now, his mouth never leaving mine as he plays with me. His fingers move faster and faster, and I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter. Our tongues are going around and around in circles as he takes me to the edge of the cliff. His thumb strums my clit back and forth, and I finally let go.
"Mayson." I let go of his lips, and he buries his face in my neck as his fingers never stop, and I come all over them. I pant, trying to open my eyes, but I can’t. My whole body feels like a noodle as his fingers take me to the edge again and again. I close my legs on his hand, making sure he doesn’t move.
"Perfect," he says, and I open my eyes, looking at him as he stares at me. My chest is heaving.
“That." I try to think of words. "That was." I shake my head. "I’ve never." I put my hand on his chest. "That was intense."
I sit up, the wetness from my pussy making the bed wet. "You are wearing too many clothes,” I say, and he just looks at me as my hands go to the button on his jeans. "Can I touch you?" I ask, stopping to make sure it’s okay.