Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
I dip my head down so I can whisper in her ear. “I wanted you like this the first time you walked through that conference room door. You were an absolute force of nature, and nothing like what I expected.”
With a moan, Rachel twists beneath me and pulls me down to kiss her. A hot, open kiss that has my blood roaring in my veins. Again I feel that urge to consume her, to take her. But this delicate thing between us needs more gentleness than that.
She’s reaching down between us and undoing my belt. I whisper the words against her cheek. “We did hard and fast; now we’re going to go long and slow. And then, we’re going to talk a little.”
Rachel’s eyes flare with need. “Okay.”
“Okay.”
So I sink down her body and start my plan to make every part of this woman mine.
8
Rachel
I’m so turned on that I’m convinced I might spontaneously combust. Clayton hovers above me for a moment, those blue eyes piercing mine. His hair is still wet from a shower, body still warm. The way he’s draped over me I can see straight down the line of his body to where his cock is peeking out of his jeans where I unbuckled them. Past hard lines and curves of muscles.
And then I can’t see that glorious sight anymore because his mouth is sealed against my skin, blazing a trail south with earnest attention. Just as he promised…
Something in the tone of his voice hypnotized me. His confidence ignited a fire in my body. Using his tongue, Clayton teases one nipple. It’s already hard, and goosebumps spread out from his touch. “I love these,” he murmurs. “The exact same shade as your lips.”
“Can’t say I’ve noticed,” I gasp out as he seals his mouth over it and sucks my breast halfway into his mouth. Oh, damn. I’m arching up into him and he switches to my other breast. Agonizingly slowly, he circles the tip of his tongue around my nipple, again and again until I’m hissing, it’s so sensitive. He moves back and forth between my breasts until I’m writhing underneath him. I want faster and harder. More. But he’s already determined the pace we’re moving at, and I know that he won’t budge.
Clayton drags his tongue down my ribs, and I can’t help but giggle. It tickles me. “Shh…” he reprimands me, and then comes up to press his mouth against mine, silencing me. His kiss is hot and urgent. Despite his promise to go slow, I know he’s holding back. As our tongues tangle, he plays with my nipples again, and although I’ve never come just from that before, I feel my pussy getting wetter and an orgasm creeping into sight. My hips are moving on their own, trying to find friction against his rough denim. His hand slides down my tummy, so, so slowly, until he’s hovering just above my pussy. I arch up, just a bit, and make contact with his hand. He slides a finger up and down my seam, not separating my lips, but I’m so wet I know he feels it. He drags his fingers over me, with just a bit of pressure, and I want more.
He smiles. “You smell amazing, do you know that? Like cinnamon and citrus. Do you taste like it too?”
A blush rolls across my entire body, and he lowers his mouth to mine for another kiss.
Gentle, teasing brushes of his tongue against mine send pleasure zinging along my nerves. His hand leaves my pussy and he breaks away from our kiss. He’s smirking when he brings his fingers to his lips and tastes. Clayton groans. “You taste amazing.”
“I don’t know about that.”
He lifts his head and raises an eyebrow. “You’ve tasted yourself?”
“No, I just know that most men don’t…appreciate that.”
“I’m not most men,” he says, his voice rough. And then he pops his finger in my mouth and I taste myself for the first time. And it doesn’t taste like cinnamon, but it’s also perfectly fine, and any inhibition I may have ever had about a man going down on me is gone. I start sucking on his finger, and I can tell by how hard his cock is against my leg, and the way he starts grinding into me, that his mind is on me sucking other things right now.
“Fuuuck,” he groans before claiming my mouth with another kiss, and then he slinks down my body. He sinks lower, licking his way down my body until he’s down by my thighs and I can feel his breath on my pussy. He grins when I lift my hips toward his mouth, wordlessly asking for what I want.
Clayton’s eyes don’t leave mine as he places his hands high on my thighs and slowly pushes them wide. They still ache, and I feel the pain even deeper when he pushes against them. But I’m even wetter than before, and his gaze is daring me to tell him that I’m not enjoying it.