Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
But, God, he made me feel like I was right then.
His hands were gentle at first, then, giving into his need, sinking in, squeezing almost to the point of pain, but I arched backward, pressing deeper into the sensation.
His thumbs and forefingers moved out, finding my nipples, and doing little rolls that had me shamelessly grinding against his lap, too far gone to care about showing just how much I wanted him, needed him.
Then his hands were resting just under my breasts, pushing upward until I had no choice but to lift up, follow his lead.
There was a moment of disappointment at the loss of his cock against me.
But then his lips were on my breast, closing around my nipple, sucking it in deep, making a stab of desire so strong it pierced through me.
His tongue was out then, teasing circles around the hardened peak.
“Emilio,” I whimpered, aching for the friction, but getting none as he moved across my chest, continuing the sweet torment. “Emilio, please,” I whimpered, fingers pulling at his hair.
A growl moved through him.
Then he was moving, whipping over, dropping me on my back on the mattress, then coming over me, pressing down on me.
His lips took mine again, harder, bruising, but I was only aching for more as my legs went around him again, holding him against me, writhing against him.
My hands were all over him. Running up his arms, sliding over his shoulders, then down his back, before sliding around to his chest, starting to work the buttons free.
He lifted up just enough to allow me to continue before shifting his weight to let me remove each sleeve.
His skin was burning to the touch, and my hands couldn’t get enough of the feel of him, in the way he hissed, the way his muscles tensed as my fingers teased them.
Perfect.
God, he was so perfect.
And he wanted me.
I was drunk on that feeling as Emilio’s lips ripped from mine as his hips ground down into me, dragging a ragged moan from somewhere deep inside.
His eyes went even more hooded at that, then he ground down again for good measure.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
Then he was pulling out of my hold, sliding out from my thighs.
But only because his lips were blazing a trail down the center of my chest, down my belly, over the waistband of my barely-there shorts.
He paused long enough to pull off my shorts and the panties beneath before he was buried between my thighs, his tongue sliding up my cleft, making an almost startled moan escape me at the intensity of the sensation.
My hand slapped down on the back of his head as he found my clit and started to work it with expert precision. Not too hard, not too soft, just right. And, fuck, was my body responding.
He was driving me up fast.
Too fast a strange voice in my head whispered.
But there was no stopping it as my other hand went down, fingers digging into my own thigh before Emilio’s hand moved out, sliding his fingers between mine, and holding on as he drove me to that edge, then sent me hurtling over.
My back arched up off the mattress as my muscles tensed, as a loud moan escaped me.
The orgasm crashed hard, sending a shudder through my whole body, making my legs kick out and my fingers tug at Emilio’s hair.
But he was undeterred as he continued to work me, to drive me through it.
He moved away after, teasing kisses across my thighs, over the apex of my sex. Soft, sweet. Giving me time to recover.
His lips were moving back up my body, but his hand was between my thighs, his fingers teasing, tapping at the entrance of my body, making me actually aware of the emptiness inside, the ache to be filled.
His lips sealed to mine as his fingers surged inside, his kiss muffling my moan.
I pushed against him, rolling both of us to our sides to give me room.
Then my hands were moving over him.
His chest, abs, lower.
My fingers found the front of his statement belt buckle, searching for a second to find the release, then unclasping his belt, working his button free, and sliding down his zipper.
Anticipation surged through me, a current sizzling across my skin, as my hand slipped inside, and closed around his hard length.
A shudder moved through Emilio as my fingers stroked down him, then fell into rhythm with his fingers inside of me.
His lips claimed mine for a moment before his hand was leaving me, then pushing mine away. He rolled off the bed, walking over toward his nightstand, sliding on a condom, then shucking off his pants and towering over me with those molten eyes of his.
His hands reached out, grabbing my ankles, and yanking me across the bed toward him, stopping only when my ass was close to the edge.