Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
My back arches off the mattress as a cry of pleasure races past my lips.
“So responsive,” he croons. “And so goddamn pretty.”
He tortures each one of my nipples, giving an equal amount of attention to both. His tongue lashes, lips suck, and teeth graze in a way that turns me into a writhing mess.
My hips lift, seeking friction for the throbbing between my legs, but it’s still not enough. “Please,” I whimper.
Groaning, he takes mercy on me and travels his mouth lower, raining hot kisses down my stomach until reaching the waistband of my jeans.
Heat builds in my belly as he attempts the first button in a long line of them, but it proves to be a struggle.
I curse myself for the attire I chose, knowing these jeans can be a bitch to get undone, even for me.
“Jesus, what kind of sorcery is this?” he snaps.
“Here, let me do it.” Pushing his hands away, I pick up where he left off and manage to get the first one undone in quick fashion, but my hurried attempt at the second proves futile. “What the hell?” I growl, my fingers practically splitting open as I work up a sweat.
Giving up, I try to shimmy them past the top of my thighs.
Gunnar pulls on my pant legs to help, but the extra slim waist is no match for the thigh bulge. “Fuck it!” Grabbing either side of the top button, he pulls with all his strength, sending the rest of them flying through the room.
I barely have time to register the incredibly hot act before he has my jeans off and pulls me to the end of the bed.
He drops to his knees before me, his gaze fixated on the pink lace as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my panties. “Lift up.” His order is raw with desire.
I follow the command, allowing him to pull the thin material down my legs.
A guttural sound rumbles from his chest as he takes in the most intimate part of me. “Fuck, Elle. Look at you. All smooth and bare.” His hand snakes between my legs, fingers parting me further for his viewing pleasure.
I gasp and shiver at the cool air, the temperature a startling contrast to the raging heat.
“Easy,” he coaxes gently, his voice soothing the myriad of emotions tearing through me. “Be still and I promise to make it good.”
I have no time to dissect that statement before he lowers his mouth to my aching flesh.
“Oh, god!” My cry decimates the silence as Gunnar devours me like a starving animal, his tongue inflicting the most exquisite torture. Each tantalizing lick dances across my senses, transporting me to highs I never thought possible.
When I think I can’t possibly withstand another second, he inserts a single finger inside of me.
My hips jerk off the mattress, the snug invasion almost too much to bear.
Gunnar bands an arm over my hips, fastening me in place, and uses his wicked tongue to conceal the tightness of his finger, leaving only pleasure in its wake.
I immerse myself in it, allowing it to consume my very being. It’s liberating and freeing all at once and has my body responding on its own accord.
My fingers entwine in the tousled strands of his hair, tugging and pulling with each fiery caress of his tongue and force of his finger.
“That’s it, Elle. Fuck my face.” Gunnar’s groan of approval vibrates against me, heightening the sensations. It’s not long before I begin to reach the point of no return. It builds inside of me to a high degree yet remains just out of reach.
“Gunnar, please,” I beg, having no shame at this point.
Growling, he gives me what I want. His tongue focuses on my clit, working harder and faster until there is no stopping the beautiful destruction. It sweeps through me like a catastrophic hurricane, submerging me in a sea of never-ending pleasure. My cries echo through the room, threatening to drown us both.
Gunnar is relentless through it all, dragging out every beautiful sensation until there is nothing left.
My lungs fight for air as I search for some semblance of normalcy. I barely register Gunnar losing the rest of his clothes before he moves over me, and it’s the powerful collision of our naked bodies that has me crashing back to reality.
Our sharp breaths collide on impact, the sensation taking us both by storm. My arms come around him at the same time he buries his face into my neck. For long seconds we do nothing but revel in the feel of our hearts beating as one. It’s the most beautiful experience I’ve ever had with another human being, and it’s now my favorite one between Gunnar and me.
After a kiss to my shoulder, he lifts his face, his intense gaze penetrating every beat of my heart. “You ready for this?” his question is loaded with so much more than what’s about to take place between us.