Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
I had the instinct to cover my stomach, something Dennis had always commented on. He never appreciated my curves and always left my shirt on whenever we did have sex. The memory almost had me curling in on myself as I stood there in just my lace bra and panties.
“You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen,” Brad said, his tone scraped raw.
My lips parted open to argue, but I forgot how to speak when he started undoing the buttons of his shirt, sliding it off in a hurry before yanking off his pants.
Goddamn.
Brad was tall and lithe, his abdomen well defined. The black boxer briefs he wore did nothing to hide what I’d felt earlier—he was rock hard and big.
He stepped toward me again, his hands gliding over my body in an explorative way that I mimicked. I’d seen Brad in swimming trunks before dozens of times, but that was nothing compared to this. Nothing compared to having his hands on my body while mine were on his, touching and learning and craving.
Brad kissed my neck again before working his way down and over my breasts that were threatening to spill right out of the lace. They more than filled his hands as he cupped them, teasing my nipples with the friction of the lace. I arched into his touch, my mind spinning with the sensation.
I’d never been touched like this—with such desire, such care. Dennis had never been into foreplay, never done anything to get me going before he plunged in and was done in a few pumps.
I reached between us, stroking Brad’s length over his boxer briefs, my mind swimming with pleasure as he thrust against my touch.
“Fuck,” he groaned, stepping just far enough out of my reach.
My stomach dropped, rejection flooding my system, my body remembering all the times I’d been told no or been scolded for attempting to try new things.
“You keep doing that and this will be over way sooner than I want,” he said, dropping to his knees before me.
Every sense of rejection evaporated with the move, with the sight of him there. He smirked up at me, his fingers grabbing the hem of my lace. “And I want to keep playing,” he said, dragging the lace down my legs until I had to step out of them.
I barely had time to register what he was doing before his mouth was between my thighs, his tongue spreading me.
“Brad,” I gasped his name as he maneuvered me, keeping one hand on my hip as the other slid behind my knee and hiked it over his shoulder.
I gripped his shoulder with one hand and tangled my fingers in his hair with the other as he ate at me.
“Omigod,” I moaned, arching into his mouth, my body reacting on instinct as I chased my pleasure.
“Mmm,” he hummed before lapping at me, teasing my oversensitive clit.
I shivered, my breath ragged with each move, each thrust of his tongue. I didn’t know this kind of pleasure existed. I’d read about it in books a hundred times before, but I’d never experienced it before, and holy shit his mouth.
My entire body clenched, desire shooting to every nerve ending I possessed as he licked me. His powerful hand gripped my thigh resting over his shoulder, the quick bite of pain making me tremble as pleasure rippled along the edges of my body.
And then he looked up at me just as I was looking down at him, our eyes locking as he dragged his tongue up the center of me and I swear I melted into a puddle of desire and pleasure and bliss and ecstasy right then and there.
Then he smirked. The man actually smirked as he licked me. “I want you to come on my tongue, baby,” he said against my sensitive flesh, right before he flattened his tongue against my throbbing clit, over and over again, using his leverage on my thigh to rock my body right into his face—
I threw my head back, digging my nails into his shoulder as my orgasm ripped through me, coming at me in crashing waves of pleasure that shook every inch of my body.
I barely caught my breath before Brad shifted off the floor, scooping me into his arms and carrying me to the bed. He gently laid me down, then stepped back to survey me.
“You want more?”
My body was weak with pleasure, but I was still achy and needy.
“Please,” I practically begged.
He grinned, then took off his boxer briefs, his hard cock springing free.
“Wow,” I said, unable to hold back the word.
“You like that?”
“Yes.”
“You want me inside you?”
God, how the hell could he make me hot and needy with just his words?
“Yes,” I answered.
He dug into his suitcase across the room, grabbing a foil packet and ripping it open before rolling a condom over his considerable length. Climbing onto the bed, he motioned to me.