Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 123435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 617(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 617(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
She bites her lip. “Are you starting something here, Gate?”
“I don’t know … you want me to?”
Rather than answer, she bends down to kiss me.
I kiss her back, sliding my fingers through her hair, giving a gentle tug to pull her closer. She’s on top of me now, those delectable tits crushed against my chest, nipples puckered tight. I reach between us and give her left nipple a teasing pinch, knowing how sensitive her breasts are. As if on cue, she lets out a moan, and I smile. I love every single sound she makes when we’re fooling around. None more than that soft, breathy whimper right before she’s about to come. But we’re not there yet, not even close to hearing that particular whimper. And I’m not bothered. It’s not always about the destination. Sometimes it’s all about the journey.
Rolling us over, I start off slow, kissing her neck and enjoying the way she shivers. Her hands idly run up and down between my shoulder blades, stroke the back of my head, tangle in my hair. It’s fucking glorious. I grip the bottom of her tank top and drag it upward, my lips following the trail of exposed skin until they reach her collarbone and collide with the fabric of her top. I tug on it.
“Off,” I order.
Laughing, she rises off the bed to pull the shirt off, along with her bikini top.
I touch her shorts then give the side of her ass a little smack. “Up,” I growl.
“I love your monosyllabic caveman talk.”
“Damn right you do.”
She lifts her ass and I yank on her shorts and underwear, tossing them away. It suddenly occurs to me this is the first time I’ve seen her fully naked. I can’t even believe that. I prop up on one elbow to admire her, my hand gliding over her perfect, naked flesh. Aside from her chest, she’s kind of small everywhere else. I skim her rib cage, feeling the protrusions beneath my fingertips. The sharp jut of her hip bone.
She’s watching me as I touch her. “You’re teasing.”
“No. Just enjoying.” My fingers dance over one knee before sliding toward the juncture of her thighs. Licking my lips, I drag my knuckles over her slit.
Her breath catches. “That feels so good.”
“I’ve barely gotten started.” Grinning, I take off my shirt, but keep my shorts on. I don’t need that temptation yet. Then I grip her ankles and start dragging her to the foot of the bed. There isn’t a lot of space up there, so I kneel on the ground in front of her, bring her ass to the end of the mattress, and lower my face between her legs.
We both moan when my tongue makes contact. This is my favorite thing in the world. I don’t think Cassie believed me when I told her that, but it’s the truth. Nothing gets me harder than going down on a woman. Making her moan and squirm. Her gasps for air. Her thighs squeezing around my head, desperate to keep me right where she needs me. It’s the pinnacle of sexual excitement. So fucking good.
As my erection strains against my zipper, I work her with my tongue, my fingers, until finally I hear it—my favorite noise. I groan happily, and know she feels that low, husky response on her clit. Her hips start moving. She grinds herself against my face, taking all the pleasure I have to offer, and it’s not until she goes completely still that I abandon my post and kiss my way up her body.
She welcomes my kiss and I love that. Doesn’t care that her taste is still on my tongue. She practically eats my face off, her nails digging into my shoulders as one hand fumbles for my zipper.
“Why are these still on?” she demands. “This vexes me.”
“Oh, it vexes you?”
“Yes, it vexes me. I’ve very vexed.”
I let her roll me onto my back. She’s clawing at my shorts, wrenching them down my hips. My dick springs out, hard and eager.
Cassie gives an amused look. “Somebody’s excited.”
“Damn right I am.” I suck a breath in when she takes me in her hand and starts to lower her head. Oh Christ. “No,” I say, pulling her off me.
She looks offended. “What do you mean no?”
“No blowjobs.”
“Ever?”
“No, not ever. Just now. I want to be able to last more than three strokes.”
Her eyes twinkle. “You should have jerked off before we left. I read some guys do that to take the edge off.”
“I did jerk off before we left,” I growl, and she bursts out laughing.
“And you’re still that close to ruining this experience for me? Jeez.”
I know she’s joking, yet I can’t fight a self-conscious pang. “Damn, Cass. Don’t say that. Now I’m going to have that in the back of my mind the whole time.”