Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 113142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
“There are so many things I want to do with you,” I assured her and licked my lips as I stared at her, my voice husky. “To you.”
“Tell me,” she implored, curling her fingers into fists at her sides.
I stepped behind her, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her to my chest. I smoothed my fingers up her arm, trailing them along her skin. Small goose bumps broke out, pebbling the surface as I dropped my head down into her neck, kissing and swirling my tongue. “I’m going to explore you—everywhere. I’ll touch and discover every part of you. I want to know what makes you gasp, what drives you to distraction. I’ll find out what I can do to make you groan and beg me to take you. I’ll know your body better than you do.” I drew her skin between my teeth, biting and sucking. “I want to kiss you…taste you everywhere.” I slipped my hands under her shirt, teasing the softness of her stomach and side, stroking upward until I cupped her breast lightly in my hand. “I bet you taste different all over. Sweet some places—” I dropped my hand down, running it along the edge of her waistband “—musky and tangy others.”
She moaned and clasped the back of my neck, tugging on my hair. Her back arched, pushing her breast into my palm, the nipple puckering as I kneaded and teased the firm flesh, and she breathed my name, the sound raspy in her throat.
I lowered my hand to between her legs, listening to her breathing pick up as I cupped her warmth. I could feel the blazing heat of her through the thin fabric—the dampness telling me without a doubt how right I was for her. I grazed my lips over her ear. “I want to lick you until you scream my name, Ally.” I caressed her with my finger. “And you will scream.”
“Oh God…”
“No, God won’t be there,” I growled. “But I will.” I pressed my finger against her harder. “I want my face between your legs. I want to fuck you with my mouth. I want you to come all over me, riding my fingers and my tongue.” I bit down on the skin by her shoulder, knowing I would leave a mark. My mark.
“Then,” I promised her, releasing her flesh with a small flick of my tongue, “I’ll drive into you so hard you’ll see stars. I’m going to fuck you so passionately—we’ll end up on the floor. I want you to take me, take all of me, and when you’re finally done—when I’ve fucked you so much you can’t take it anymore…I’ll keep going until I’m done.”
I stepped back, pulling my hands away. She stumbled forward, and I caught her around the waist, bringing her back to my chest. She was trembling, her body shaking, her breath coming out in small gasps. My cock was hard and aching, my body tense with the desire to do all those things I told her, to feel her molded to me, to taste her. She moved back, both of us groaning as I surged up against her ass. “That is what I’m going to do to you.” I dropped a heavy kiss onto her head. “I promise you—the first time. Every time. You’ll know who you belong to.”
I spun her around so she was facing me. Her eyes were wide, with so many emotions swirling in their depths.
“I can be gentle too,” I vowed. “I want to lay you on my bed and make love to you until you forget everything but us. I want to bury myself inside you for hours and watch you come.”
Her eyes softened, melting into pools of blue water.
“We’re going to be amazing together. Whether you want me to take you hard or make love to you in the slowest way possible, I am the right man for you.”
I dropped another kiss on her mouth. “When you’re ready, my Nightingale. When you’re ready.”
I moved away, the physical act of separating from her painful. I made it a few feet when she whispered my name. “Adam.”
I turned, forcing a smile to my face.
“I’m on the pill,” she said quietly.
I nodded in understanding. “I’m clean. It’s been a long time for me. When you’re ready, we’re good.”
In a move I didn’t expect, she launched herself at me, and I caught her, stumbling back to the bed, holding her tight to my body.
“Now,” she pleaded. “I want you now. Teach me, Adam.”
We sank to the mattress, our mouths fused together.
She was ready.
Thank God.
I tore off her shirt, the material ripping under my hands easily. Between us, the rest of our clothing disappeared, some pieces pulled off intact, others torn and thrown away—littering the room around us.
Her skin was as soft as I knew it would be. It tasted sweeter than I imagined. I stroked and caressed her, fanning the flames until they ignited into an inferno within her. I trailed my fingers over her body, following them with my mouth. I relished her gasps, soothed her shudders, and learned how to make her quiver and beg for me.