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)
Oh my God, who is this woman? What are these words leaving my mouth? Whose throaty voice is that? I’m on display for him, and yet I’m not at all self-conscious.
“You look goddamn edible.”
A smile flits over my lips, but dips into a slight frown when I realize his hand has gone still. “You’re not touching yourself anymore.”
“I’m waiting for your orders,” is the gravelly response. “Tell me what you want.”
I realize then, despite the bravado I just exhibited, I’m completely out of my depth here. I don’t know how to direct an encounter like this. I don’t know what to ask for. How to ask it. All I know is that my clit is throbbing and my nipples have never been harder.
“I want you to help me,” I order. “I want you to take control and help me …” I trail off.
A strangled groan fills my ear. “Help you what? Help you come?”
“Yes.”
“All right. Then I want you to slide your hand inside those panties for me. I want you to rub that hot pussy until you’re coming for me. Can you do that for me?”
A wave of lust nearly knocks me off my feet. Sweet Lord.
“I don’t know if I can,” I confess. “Standing up, I mean.” I’m certain my face is redder than it’s ever been.
“Move closer.” His voice is hypnotic. It’s a lure and I’m drawn in like a fish, gliding beneath the surface toward it.
“Put me on speaker,” he says when I’m a foot from the window. “Leave your phone on the windowsill.”
My pulse is thudding, a rapid, rhythmic beat thrumming in my blood. He’s touching himself again. A lazy stroke here and there. No rush at all. I admire the defined ridges of his abdomen, the sexy V of his oblique muscles. He’s incredible. I wish he were here in my bedroom with me, that his warm, tanned flesh were pressed up against me.
I put him on speakerphone, grateful for the fact that my grandmother isn’t a light sleeper.
“Good girl,” he encourages when I set the phone down. “Now take your left hand and hold onto the ledge. Hold yourself steady.”
I follow his instructions.
“I want to see your other hand inside your panties.”
I slip the fingers of my right hand under my waistband, and the moment they collide with my clit, I almost keel over. “Fuck,” I choke out, grateful to be holding on to something.
He chuckles. “Feel good?”
“Uh-huh.”
We continue to watch each other. He’s stroking a little faster now. I rub a little faster.
His gaze is fixed on me. I don’t know if he’s focused on my breasts or the motions of my hand, but either way his breathing is quickening. I can hear it over the speakerphone.
I’m starting to make breathy sounds too. I grind the heel of my palm over my core, rocking against it. Pinpricks of pleasure dance along my skin. My nipples are tight. Breasts tender.
I exhale slowly. “I wish you were here with me.”
“Me too.”
And yet neither of us take that thought to its logical conclusion. I don’t ask him to come over. He doesn’t offer. Instead, we continue to pleasure ourselves. Our eyes remain locked. My entire body is a live wire, desperately waiting for a spark to set it off.
“Do you wish my dick was inside you right now?”
A soft moan slips out. “I don’t know,” I answer truthfully. “I’ve never had a dick inside me before.”
That summons a low groan from him. “Christ. Why is that the hottest thing I’ve ever heard?”
When I see his fist tighten around his erection, I rock faster against my hand. The tension is agonizing. I apply more pressure on the swollen nub that’s hurting for release, and a shudder runs through me.
“I’m close.” I barely hear my own voice over the persistent hammering of my heart.
“Yeah? Let me see it.”
I bite my lip. My body feels heavy and weak, as if my limbs are about to give out on me. I grip the ledge, digging my fingernails into the white painted wood. I sag forward and lean my forehead against the window. My erratic breaths fog up the glass. A whimper escapes my lips as the pleasure mounts, gathering in my core. God. This is the most erotic experience of my life.
“Cass. Yes. You’re gonna make me come.”
Those husky words provide the spark. My body detonates. The orgasm surfaces in a flash of light, a surge of heat. A rush of bliss that sweeps me away, coursing through me in sweet, pulsing waves. When Tate grunts, my eyelids flutter open. I watch him climax, listening to the quiet noises he makes while he loses himself to release. Finally, his hand slows. His chest rises and falls with each shallow breath he sucks in.
“Holy hell,” he curses, biting his lip as he meets my eyes.