Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
She was slower to realize I was there, though, and rammed right into me.
“Whoa,” she said, head whipping up. “Sorry,” she said, starting to step back.
And it was then that her damn towel tuck came undone.
If my eyes had been on her face where they belonged, though, I might not have been able to reach out and grab it before it exposed her.
The thing was… the second my fingers touched her skin, her breath sucked in, her eyes heated, and her lips parted.
“It’s okay,” I said, trying not to notice the way her breasts were rising and falling from above where I was holding her towel against her body. “Do you want to take this towel from me?” I asked.
Her gaze lifted, watching me for a long beat, before giving me a small head shake.
“No?” I asked, even though every bit of me wanted to whip the towel away, to close my hands over her breasts, to press her against a wall and suck one into my mouth, to kiss down her stomach, to…
“No,” she whispered, taking what seemed like a deliberately deep breath, making her breast tease against my knuckles.
That was all the fight I had left in me, leaving my body in a rush.
My hand released the towel as my other one grabbed her at the back of her neck, yanking her against me, and sealing my lips to hers.
I inhaled that sweet scent of her lotion, got lost in the warmth of her, and the softness of her skin as my hand drifted from the back of her neck, over her shoulder, then down her bare back.
Her hands drifted up my arms then wrapped around my neck, crushing her body to mine, and the feel of her breasts yielding to my chest had me going from half to fully hard in a blink.
My lips pressed harder into hers, hearing a surprised little whimper escape her, urging me on.
Anchoring an arm around her lower back, I started to move forward, walking her backward across the hallway, then down slightly, until I stepped her into my bedroom.
I turned, lowering down on the edge of my bed, and taking her with me, her knees going to either side of my thighs on the mattress, straddling me.
She tried to hold her weight up off of me, but my hands drifted down to her hips, sinking in, and lowering her onto my lap.
My straining cock pressed against her pussy, making a surprised moan escape her as her hips did a little involuntary wiggle against me.
My lips left hers, drifting over her cheek, the shell of her ear, down her neck.
Little shivers coursed through her as my lips teased over her shoulder, then back up her clavicle.
Grabbing her at her sides, I pulled her up, allowing my head to duck again, this time kissing down the center of her chest.
Then, waiting for a second to see if I’d pushed things too far, if she was going to object, I shifted my head to the side, sucking her nipple into my mouth.
A shudder racked her whole body as a gasp escaped her.
She arched backward, pressing more into the sensation as my tongue started to tease around the hardened point until her hips were writhing restlessly again.
I released her, moving across her chest to continue stoking the desire taking over her body.
Her little gasps and whimpers and the way her nails were digging into my shoulders, likely leaving little crescents, spurred me on as I teased with my lips, tongue, teeth, and hands.
Until her moans sounded more like cries, desperate for more.
I lifted my face, sealing my lips to hers as I yanked her back down, her pussy pressing against my cock. My lips muffled her moan as she shamelessly started to rock against me, trying to get relief from the aching need for release.
I let her ride me until the need to have more of her overtook me, making me lift up, shifting her down onto the mattress, my lips landing between her breasts, and moving downward.
Her heartbeat was frantic and her hips writhing slightly as I teased my way down her stomach, over her hipbones, down her thigh.
Then, finally, slipping between, sliding my tongue up her pussy, finding her clit, and starting to work it with relentless, slow, circles that had her fingers digging into my skull as her hips rose, silently begging for more.
And I was fucking happy to give, letting my fingers move between us, teasing at, then slipping slowly inside her as she let out a deep, long groan that had my cock twitching with need.
Claire’s breathing got faster, shallower, as my tongue traced and my fingers thrust, her walls getting tighter and tighter as she got closer before, finally, her whole body tensed then relaxed as the orgasm crashed through her, making her cry out as her pussy squeezed my fingers.