Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“You being here is plenty for me. Relax. Have another cup of coffee.”
So that was what I did.
I watched him cook.
I drank coffee.
I sang along to the record player.
All the while topless.
It wasn’t until the ravioli was in the water, and the garlic bread in the oven that Nino finally came back to me, grabbing my legs, wrapping them around his waist, then lifting me up. I clung to him as he turned and walked toward the table, dropping down onto a seat with me on his lap.
And then he kissed me.
Long and hard.
Until my lips were tingling.
Until my heart felt like it was full to bursting.
Finally, he lifted up, dropping me into a seat, then going to drain the ravioli, plating it, then bringing it and the garlic bread to the table before going to grab the wine.
“This smells amazing,” I told him, staring down at my plate.
“Hopefully, it’s edible,” he said, shooting me a bashful smile. “I was a little distracted,” he added, his gaze dipping to my chest.
“Well, next time you cook for me, I guess I’ll have to cover up.”
“Like hell,” he said, reaching for his wine, and taking a long sip.
As I expected, the ravioli was probably the best I’d ever had. And I don’t think I was saying that because this amazing man had made it for me.
“I am doing the dishes,” I insisted when the food was eaten and the wine had been drunk. “And don’t even try to object,” I added when I saw his mouth open to do just that.
“Okay,” he agreed.
I noticed a glint in his eye as I turned to go to the sink, but I didn’t truly understand it.
Not until I was already scrubbing his dishes.
Only then did he come up behind me, yanking down my skirt, leaving me completely naked standing there in his kitchen.
He moved behind me, his hands roaming over me. Exploring every dip and curve. And lighting me up as he went.
His hands slid up my chest, cupping my breasts again, then back down and around, fingers sinking into my ass.
Then there was nothing for a moment.
I hadn’t even known he’d moved until suddenly, he was on his knees and parting my legs. Then his mouth was on me.
I damn near snapped his dish in my hand as his lips sucked my clit into his mouth.
I rinsed the dish, setting into the drying rack, before shutting off the water, and grabbing the counter. It was impossible to do anything but experience him as he worked me with his mouth, then his fingers as well, driving me up, making my legs shake and my moans fill the room.
He drove me up relentlessly until the orgasm was slamming through my system, stealing my breath, damn near making my legs buckle.
“No fair,” I whimpered when he came up behind me again. “You almost made me break your plate,” I added.
“Sweetheart, you can break all my plates if you moan that loud when I’m touching you,” he told me, reaching around me to wash his hands, then start to do the last two dishes himself, his arms trapping me in, and I never wanted to move. I wanted to stay there forever with his back behind me, with my head resting on his shoulder.
“Savannah,” he called, making me realize my eyes had drifted closed, and I had kind of fallen into a bit of a daze.
“Yeah?” I asked, hearing the dreamy sound of my own voice.
“Do you want dessert?” he asked. “Or do you want to go to bed?”
“Bed,” I decided. “Then maybe dessert in bed later,” I suggested.
“Sounds like the perfect plan,” he told me, reaching out to lace his hand in mine, then pulling me with him through the kitchen, then up the stairs.
Nothing, nothing had ever felt more right.
Once we were in the bedroom, Nino broke away from me to go to the dresser, taking off his watch, and setting it on the top. Next went his belt. Then his shirt. His pants.
Which left him in his black boxer briefs.
I sat off the edge of the bed, watching him, taking in his strong shoulders and back, the round, high ass, the strong legs.
Then he was turning and making his way toward the bed.
“Come here,” I demanded, voice soft, but demanding, making him stop on his way to the other side of the bed, turning back, and moving in front of me.
When he was close enough, I reached out for his hips, drawing him right in front of me.
Then my hands were drifting up his thighs, and pulling down his boxer briefs, freeing his cock that was already hard again for me.
My head tipped back, watching his hungry gaze as my hand closed around his length, stroking him to the hilt.
A shudder moved through him as my other hand went to his balls, cupping gently as I started to lower myself down.