Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 96833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
“I just…” she breathed. “I need…”
“This?” I slid my hand toward her center and applied pressure to her clit with my fingertips. “Seeing him kiss you today, even for those few seconds, made me insane. I lost my mind for the rest of the day. I thought I could invite someone over to forget, but it didn’t work. That hasn’t worked from the moment you came into my life.”
She panted as I circled slowly over the material of her knickers, pressing more firmly against her clit. “I’ve never been jealous in my entire life before today.”
I moved two of my fingers under the material, slowly inserting them into her hot, wet pussy. Fuck. My dick stiffened as it yearned to replace my fingers, to bury itself in the depths of what I knew would be sexual napalm. But that couldn’t happen tonight. Despite my apparent loss of control, I needed to take this slow. “I want to pleasure you, Abby. Let me.”
She nodded between breaths.
I tugged at my shirt she was wearing. “Take this off and lie down for me.”
She did as I said, lying on the bed. I hovered over her, stopping for a moment to take in the sheer beauty of her naked and swollen breasts, not even knowing where to begin. There was so much I wanted to do. Do to her. I lowered my mouth, taking her mauve nipple gently between my teeth, careful not to pull too hard.
“Hold on to the bed,” I demanded. “Or better yet, hold on to me. You’re gonna need it.”
I lifted myself up long enough to tear my shirt off before sliding my body down, unable to slip her thong off fast enough. Her beautiful pussy was so close to my lips, I could practically taste it. I’d dreamed about this moment but never imagined I’d actually be able to taste her. Never imagined I’d let myself lose all control.
I positioned my face between her legs, hardly able to believe she’d opened them for me, inviting me to do whatever I wanted. It had been a long while since I’d had the desire to pleasure a woman like this. I’d lost interest in this particular act in recent years, merely wanting to get the job done with the women I’d been with. Now? In this moment? I was practically shaking, foaming at the mouth to devour her, not only for the pleasure it would give her, but to satisfy my own selfish need.
The first taste was like a drug as I flicked my tongue over her clit, alternating between licking and sucking. My pace slowed as I willed myself to savor the soft feel and flavor of her flesh. But soon I couldn’t take it anymore. The movements of my tongue became more rapid with each moment as I lost control, unable to hold back the unintelligible sounds escaping me.
Her hands gripped the sheets for leverage, and I slipped my tongue deep inside. In and out—using everything in me not to come from the sheer ecstasy of her taste. I looked up curiously, expecting to find her eyes closed. Instead, she was watching me intently. I knew I was absolutely fucked if I thought this was a one-off deal. Her impish—almost challenging—grin prompted me to devour her with even more intensity.
She reached for my hair and pulled on it. “God, Sig. You sure as hell know what you’re doing. This feels so good. Better than anything.”
“Trust me, the pleasure is all mine,” I rasped as I reached up to cup her breast.
I was about to lose my mind with the urge to fuck her, and I prayed she came soon before I gave in. “Let go anytime you need to, love. Come all over my mouth. Give it all to me.”
To my surprise, her body began to tremble, practically on cue after my command.
Fuck. So responsive.
So. Fucking. Amazing.
Abby pulled my hair as her scream echoed through my bedroom. I pressed my tongue into her even harder as she came against my mouth. I savored every last pulse, every last moan…every last second.
CHAPTER 28
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Sig
Track 28: “Big Ten Inch Record” by Aerosmith
Two days later, I was still drunk off the high of that night.
I hadn’t seen much of Abby the morning after I’d pleasured her in my guest room, since we’d been late getting to the office. Then she’d gone straight to the inn that evening after work, and she’d worked from home on Friday. True to form, I’d kept my distance on Friday evening as I pondered how to handle things moving forward now that I’d royally fucked up the plan.
But now it was Saturday, and I couldn’t wait any longer to see her. I called my cousin as I drove out to Westfordshire on this brisk September afternoon to fill him in on the latest…happenings.