Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 85860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
“You still have the same landing strip that you had before.” His face lowers until he’s face to face with my pussy. He kisses the landing strip, and I run my fingers through his soft hair, needing to touch him in some way.
His fingers part my lips, and his tongue delves into my folds, landing directly on my clitoris. My bottom bucks against the couch, and Nick’s hands come down to my hips to hold me in place. His face ducks lower and then his tongue laves up the entire length of my seam before settling back on my clit. He licks and sucks and nibbles, successfully working me into a frenzy. I watch as he feasts on my pussy like it’s his own personal dessert. My orgasm builds, and I’m forced to bite down on my bottom lip to keep my screams down. I can see my juices coating Nick’s lips as he lavishes my pussy, working me up higher and higher. I’ve never felt this way with anyone I’ve been with. This instant connection. It’s been months since we were together, and it was only that one night, yet it feels like I’ve been with him a million times.
His eyes lock with mine. His tongue licks. His lips kiss. He laps at my juices, and then I’m coming. My butt tries to lift off the couch, but Nick’s hands grip my hips harder, his tongue and lips not slowing down at all, not letting up a single bit as my climax rips through me wave after wave. Only when I’ve come down from my orgasm, my lids barely able to stay open, and my head slightly fuzzy, does he remove his mouth from between my legs.
“I’ve been wanting to have another taste of you since the morning you left me.” He gives the hood of my pussy one last soft kiss before he climbs up my body, his face intimately close to mine. He debates whether to kiss me with my juices still lingering on his mouth, but I make the decision for him when I pull his face to mine and kiss him hard. The tanginess of myself mixed with Nick’s own personal taste has me wanting him something fierce.
Reaching down, I rub my hand up and down the outline of his rock-hard cock. His moan rumbles and vibrates into my mouth before he pulls back. He licks a trail back down my neck, stopping at the pulse point to suck on it. My hand makes its way to his sweatpants and boxers, and I begin to push them down. I feel Nick’s hand grab mine, and what I think is him helping me is actually him stopping me.
“We were supposed to take things slow,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Says who?” I ask, pulling my head back slightly.
“Me. I wanted you to see that it’s not just sex I want from you,” he admits sheepishly.
“Oh, okay, duly noted. Now move your hand, so I can slowly suck your dick.” Nick laughs under his breath as he lets go of my hand, so I can finish pushing his boxers down the rest of the way. My fingers wrap around the shaft, and his dick thickens under my touch. I stroke it slowly at first, then pick up the pace. His face burrows into my neck, his breathing rapidly increasing. I love the feel of his dick in my palm, but I need to taste him. I need to feel more of him.
Pushing him back slightly, I let go of him as I slide down the couch until my head lands on the sofa pillow and my back hits the cushion. “Come here.” He looks confused at first, but when my hands go to his butt and I pull him closer, he catches on quickly, all too willing to comply. He’s on his knees, one leg on either side of me, his hard as steel dick bouncing in front of my face. I lift my head and take him into my mouth, circling the swollen tip with my tongue. He tastes fresh and clean—from just having showered—mixed with a tad bit of saltiness from the precum dripping out of his slit. Grabbing him from behind, I pull him closer, his dick thrusting into my mouth and down my throat as I swallow almost all of him. He’s too big to fit his entire length down my throat, but it’s not from lack of trying.
“Fuck, Liv. I’m never going to last…it’s been…fuck, it’s been too long.” He groans and his words spur me on, wanting to pleasure him that much more.
I tilt my head back slightly releasing him completely. Then I lift up, inserting his entire length back into my mouth. I pull back again, and he moans in frustration. “Fuck my mouth, Nick.” His eyes dart to my face, his brow raising in a silent question. “Please.”