Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 154890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
“Do you like them?”
My first instinct is to give my head a quick shake. Surely, that wasn’t what she asked me, was it? Just how sheltered is she? What straight man doesn’t like tits—any tits, but especially ones that are full and soft and sit so beautifully in your hand? Then the penny drops. She’s talking about her underwear.
I press a kiss to the swell of cleavage with a rumbling, “Mmm, yes. I have exquisite taste.” Her breath stutters as I press my teeth to one soft curve. “You really are very lovely.”
“M-maybe we should lie down.” There’s more than a note of hope in her tone, her eyes lust hazed as her body moves pre-emptively back.
“I like where we are.” Hooking my finger into the cup, I expose a rose-pink nipple to my tongue. She hesitates, the movement fully aborted as her hands grasp my shoulders. Her sharp gasp is like a lick to the underside of my cock as I suck her nipple into my mouth.
“Oh, that’s…”
My reply is a sound of agreement. Of pleasure.
“I’m not sure how much longer I can stay on my feet.”
“I’ll catch you,” I whisper against her wet, shiny nipple, and she watches with languid-eyed pleasure as I draw the taut bud back into my mouth. My eyes hold her captive over the curve of her breast when I release the hard bud to drag my tongue. Her hips buck, my arms slipping behind her, curving her into my embrace.
“Whit, please,” she moans as I trail my mouth to her other breast, dragging the lacy cup down with my teeth.
“You’re so sensitive,” I murmur, dipping my tongue into the black lacy cup. “I want to see if you can come from just this.” She makes a plaintive noise, and I chuckle. “Not tonight.” No, not tonight because she’s not the only one struggling. My hands are at her back because I want to hold her, touch her, but also because they’re shaking—shaking like a boy with his first woman. And Amelia is all woman. Her waist curves deeply as though made for my hands, her breasts full and soft, the gentle swell of her stomach and the full roundness of her arse. Soft sighs, softer skin, the velvet musk of her. She’s a feast for the senses. She makes a glutton of me because I just can’t get enough. So I do what I can, what I want, unhooking her bra as I move her backward toward the bed. As her thighs hit the mattress, I follow, our bodies barely touching as I bring my mouth to her ear and her hand to my aching cock.
“Feel how hard I am,” I rasp, pressing it tighter. My balls tighten as the animal in me strains to take over. “You did this to me. You drive me fucking crazy.” She moans, her fingers tightening over my throbbing cock. When she lifts her hips, I drop mine to grind over her.
“Oh yes! Right there.”
“You’re such a hot little fuck, Amelia. Your pussy feels like heaven. I can’t wait to be inside you.”
“Where are you going?” Her words sound a little desperate as I slide back, pulling to my knees above her.
“Not far.” Slipping from the bed, I begin unbuttoning my shirt, when she pushes onto her elbows, her eyes smoky and avid as she watches.
She bites her lip, but the words escape anyway. “Please hurry.”
“So impatient.” I don’t bother to hide my amusement. “There’s something to be said for taking your time.”
“I don’t think I can wait.” The platinum whisps of her hair make a halo as she shakes her head.
Truthfully, neither can I. Not this time. “Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.” As I discard my shirt, she sits up and makes a tentative gesture.
“Can I?”
Fuck, yes. “Be my guest.” I step between her legs.
My abs contract as she slides a finger down the line of fine, dark hair trailing from my navel. “Earworms,” she breathes as she curls her finger into my waistband.
“Ear what?” Maybe I didn’t hear right.
Something in my expression makes her mouth lift in a quick grin, though she ducks her head to hide it. “That song is going to be stuck in my head all night.”
“What song is that?”
“Disney’s ‘Beauty and the Beast’?” Her gaze lifts hesitantly. “Don’t tell me your sisters—”
I press a finger to her lips. “No talk of family.” My finger drifts away, and I slide a tender kiss to that full pout. “Now, where were we?”
“Here. We were here.” Her hands rise to my belt again, making swift work of the buckle as my cock strains, aching for her touch. Aching from neglect, I imagine, as I use my finger to lift her chin. It seems I can’t resist the opportunity.
“Tell me what you’re about to do.”