Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
I grab her wrist and pin it to the column above. I press a kiss to her neck. “How old are you?” I growl against her skin. She smells of peaches and something darker. Something older.
“Twenty-one,” she pants. Her hips lift away from the column and press against me. “Does it matter?”
I hesitate and wonder if I should ask for ID, but she pushes me away and slides down her jeans.
I’m fucking gone.
This woman’s body is incredible. Soft and curvy. The glow coming in from the city light it up like she’s a fucking painting. Every curve and mound. Everything about her is sexy.
“You have a beautiful body,” I say.
She nods. “Right.” She pushes out a hip and puts a hand on it. “And it’s just going to waste right now. So… you need to do your thing.”
I huff out a laugh. She’s got a point. I need to stop fucking around and start fucking her.
I undo my shirt buttons and strip down until we’re facing each other naked. It’s an unfair trade. She can see I’m hard. But I don’t know exactly how wet she is.
I take two steps toward her, lift her leg over my hip again. This time there’s no denim in the way and I can sink my fingers into her. We both exhale at the same time, deriving pleasure from the same thing. Feeling. Sensation. Anticipation.
My brain begins to unlock, like I needed this. Her. To enable myself to let go a little. I smooth my fingers along her folds and she starts to writhe. She has no idea how good tonight is going to get.
She starts to reach for me, but that’s not how this is going to go. Like most things, sex is about layers, and layer one is about finding out how she works. What makes her sigh. What makes her scream. What makes her sing.
I push deeper, all the while not taking my gaze from hers. Her eyes flit around as if she’s looking for an explanation to go along with the feelings in her body. She doesn’t need to make it so complicated. It’s right in front of her.
It’s me.
I’m doing that to you.
I’m making you feel that good. That quickly. That deeply.
I bring my other hand to her nipple and pinch. And she comes, juddering on my fingers.
That was easy.
“What the fuck was that?” she asks breathlessly, her hands holding my shoulders, keeping herself upright.
I raise my eyebrows and smirk. I expect her to elaborate, but she just looks at me expectantly.
I sink to my knees. There’s nothing better than a face full of pussy. I’ve heard there are guys who never go down on women. Who the fuck are they and why the fuck not?
“Bennett,” she cries as I grab her ass, keeping her steady as I explore her with my mouth.
Christ this feels good. Like… coming home or something.
I work my tongue between her folds, but she’s struggling to stay upright. Her first orgasm has left her weak. Maybe I should have given her a few minutes to recover. I guide her down to the floor, open her legs, and resume my feast. She tastes sweet and hot, and her symphony of moans and cries urge me on. It’s like she has some kind of dopamine gun and she’s shooting me full of the stuff.
Sex is all about gratification. But the woman under me seems to promise more than that. It’s like there’s gold in there and I’m searching for it. There’s something about her that makes me want more.
“Bennett,” she cries out again, and I pause to look up at her as she comes. Again.
I shift, pressing kisses up from her pussy.
She whispers something but I don’t catch it.
“Get off!” she screams.
I freeze, and then pull away. “Are you okay?”
“I’m not sure,” she says, as she lifts her arms above her head. “I’m really not sure. All I know is you have to keep away from me. At least let me recover before you touch me again. I don’t know what the hell you’re doing, but it’s powerful magic that you have and I need to regain my strength.”
I laugh. This woman is so… different.
I stand, bend, and scoop her up, ignoring her yelping. Glancing around, I see the door to what I presume is a bedroom and head there. It can’t be comfortable lying on the floor. She’ll recover more quickly if she’s comfortable.
She sighs as I lay her down. I double back and go get water for us both.
“Bring condoms,” she calls out.
I chuckle at her request.
“Here,” I say, offering her one of the glasses of water.
“Did you bring condoms?”
I hold up my wallet. “But take your time. I wouldn’t want you to overexert yourself.”
“How old are you?” she asks. She sits up, and I try not to look at the sway of her breasts because I’m already as hard as it’s possible to be. I don’t need additional encouragement.