Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Heat shot across my skin, tightening the muscles in my legs, and I groaned. “Fuck, yeah. Just like that.”
She pumped the finger in and out at a sluggish pace, and with her other hand, she spun slow circles on her clit. It probably wasn’t going to get her off, but it teased and primed her. I was doing the same myself. Long, deliberate strokes with a pleasurable amount of tension in my fingers.
Her question nearly got lost amongst the sound of the shower. “And then what?”
My gaze drilled down between her parted thighs, watching intently. “When you’re all wet and starting to moan, then I’ll use two fingers.”
It was unreal how much I loved it when she closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and unleashed a throaty moan. She buried a second finger inside her pussy, and I sent a loud sound of satisfaction ricocheting off the tile walls. Watching her was fire, but getting to direct her? That turned me into a scorching inferno.
“I’ll take you as close to the edge as I can get you,” I said, “and since I’m guessing you can come standing up, I’ll get on my knees, and I won’t finish licking your sweet pussy until you’re coming on my face.”
She gasped and her eyes burst open, reeling around until she found me. I couldn’t tell if it was the vulgarity of my statement or the pleasure flowing through her that had her so shocked.
“You can do all of that now,” she whispered.
She was so eager to have me carry it out, her comment was more like a demand, but it was one I couldn’t meet. I’d want to escalate, and I worried I wouldn’t be satisfied until I had all of her. It left me with no choice but to pretend I hadn’t heard her.
“After you come and while your legs are still trembling, I’ll spin you around and push you up against the wall. I want you so goddamn bad, I’m not even nice about it. But you don’t mind, Emery. You like how my fingers dig into your hip. You like the way I put my hand on the back of your neck and keep your cheek pressed to the tile.” My voice was dark, filling up every inch of space surrounding us. “Don’t you?”
“Yes,” she said between two labored breaths.
Her focus drifted down to watch me, like maybe she was too turned on to maintain eye contact. Her hands moved faster, matching the quicker tempo of my own. It was sweltering, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if water sizzled on our skin if either of us stepped under the showerhead.
“I’ll tease you by sliding my dick over your pussy, back and forth.” I repeated the phrase at a measured pace, wanting to paint the image in her mind. “Back . . . and forth. Fuck, it feels so good, doesn’t it?”
I didn’t make it clear if I was I talking about the fantasy or what we were doing right now, but she nodded vigorously. “God, yes.”
“You beg me to put it in you, and when I do,” I paused for effect, “when I slide all of this dick inside you, you’ll have to hold back a scream.”
As I watched her, the image seared into my memory forever. She was slumped back against the wall, leaning on it for support, with one of her feet perched precariously on the edge of the seat. She’d never stood under the water, so she was dry for the most part, but the mist of the shower had dampened her skin, giving her a dewy look. Her eyes studied me, and her lips were parted so she could swallow large gulps of air as her hands worked in tantum to bring her pleasure.
It was hard to stay focused because she looked so amazing, and I was using both hands on myself now, so it was feeling really, really good. Need throbbed through me, pounding for release.
“I fuck you so hard,” I said, “it sounds like our bodies are slapping together. You have to put your hands on the wall to hold your position because you don’t want to change the angle. You love it. Where you can feel every goddamn inch of me thrusting into you.”
Emery whimpered like what she was doing to herself felt so good, it might be too good.
My vision began to tunnel, and I knew I couldn’t hold off much longer. “I can tell you’re getting close because your tight pussy is clenching on me. So, I reach around and put my fingers on your clit. I rub, and rub . . . and rub until you—”
A huge gasp punched from her lungs, signaling there was no need to continue talking. I could focus completely on how the orgasm rang through her body. The way it made her shoulders flinch and her bent knee turn inward to squeeze against the ecstasy. How her eyes slammed shut and her chin tucked down into her chest, her face twisting with pleasure. The way her hands stopped moving but she left them between her legs, cupping herself.