Total pages in book: 204
Estimated words: 193115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 966(@200wpm)___ 772(@250wpm)___ 644(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 193115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 966(@200wpm)___ 772(@250wpm)___ 644(@300wpm)
“I like your dress,” I say, skating my eyes down the gathered material at her waist until I’m focused on her lovely thighs.
“Thank you.” Her voice is husky, sexy as hell.
I don’t know how much longer I can continue with this slow seduction. “It’s a bit restrictive.” And short, but now’s not the time to express my concern over the lack of material. I pull at a piece of the red dress playfully, smiling to myself when I sense her breathing quicken.
“It is.”
“Shall we remove it?” I tilt my head thoughtfully.
“If you like.”
If I like? Oh, she’s a treasure. She’s ready to rip clothes off to move this along, but I’m having fun, enjoying seeing her need escalate the more I keep up this game. “Or maybe we leave it on?” I pull away and hold up my hands—a stupid thing to do. I already miss the feel of her, so I immediately run my palms around her back to find the zip. “But then again,” I whisper in her ear, “I have firsthand knowledge of what’s under this lovely dress.” And it’s fucking incredible. I breathe heavily as I slowly draw down the zip. “And it’s far superior to the dress. I think we’ll get rid of it.” Is this what being seriously pussy-whipped feels like? Because I like it.
I pick her up off the counter and set her on her feet, pushing the dress away, revealing a sight that has been carved on my mind since Tuesday. I kick the redundant material to the side and absorb her for a few moments. More lace, and it sends my knees weak. I lift her back onto the counter, the feel of her in my arms as satisfying as looking at her. I want to carry her everywhere, have her glued to me.
“I like that dress,” she says, full of false indignation.
“I’ll buy you a new one.” A longer one. I take up my position between her legs and take hold of her petite bum, tugging her closer and rolling my hips while we study each other. My cock isn’t going to hold out much longer. I unclasp and remove her bra, sighing when my eyes are blessed again by her pert, perfectly formed breasts. And then the little temptress leans back on her hands, accentuating the subtle push of her chest toward me. She knows what she’s doing.
I raise my eyes to hers and cover her entire throat with my palm. “I can feel your heart hammering.” I’m enthralled. She completely captivates me.
Slowly, I glide my hand down her front until it’s resting softly on her flat tummy. I find her eyes again. “You’re too fucking beautiful, lady.” Please, if there is a god, let me keep her. Let this feeling last forever. “I think I’ll keep you.”
When she arches her back, I smile, and then let my mouth drop to her nipple, taking her other breast in my spare palm, massaging gently as I suck her into my mouth. She’s moaning immediately, her body going lax as my aching cock rubs delicious circles into her. I’m fighting to keep control, but I need this time. I need to use every second to blow her mind repeatedly, to make it impossible for her to ever deny us again. She’s unpredictable. It worries me.
She starts getting frenzied, her breathing erratic and rushed, so I slip my finger into the side of her knickers, resisting the temptation to rip them off. My finger brushes her saturated core. Good lord, she feels perfect everywhere.
“Shit,” she yelps, her body flying up, her hands clenching my shoulders.
“Language, lady,” I warn, taking her mouth and thrusting my fingers deeply into her, gasping at the rightness of her internal, hot muscles grabbing me. She’s moaning, pushing her body into mine and greedily contracting around me. I sense her desperation. I know her already—a stupid thought, given my limited time with her—but the perfection of this moment, my awareness of her body and the language it’s speaking, is only enhancing my feelings and hopes. This every day? This and not the nightmares or pounding head? Am I worthy of that?
And will she oblige me?
My questions are pushed aside when I feel her body tighten. She’s there. Fuck, she’s there. “Come,” I demand, pushing deeper and higher, pressing my thumb on her pulsing clitoris, my heart hammering wildly as I watch her disintegrate into a mass of twitching nerves. Watching her orgasm? It’s something else.
When she yells, I quickly tackle her mouth, soaking up her moans as she shakes in my arms. Her eyes are closed while I devote my time to easing her down, kissing her face everywhere until she finally opens them and gazes at me on a sigh.
Fuck . . . me.
My heart isn’t only racing. It’s breaking. But for her or for me? Because she knows nothing about me. She doesn’t know what she’s just let herself in for. Who I am. What I could do to her. Yet my guilt for holding back is superseded by my serenity. I lean in and kiss her again, her whole form like a magnet to me. I can’t get enough of her. “Better?” I slip my fingers out and smile when she hums, running them across her full bottom lip as we watch each other.