Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
“I'm close,” I told him mentally.
Viggo released my tongue and placed his lips by my ear to whisper, “Come for me.” His sexy tone threw me over the edge. I moaned aloud as my cock jerked in his hand, and thick white cords erupted from me.
He breathed in deeply through his nose before growling against my ear, the sound vibrating my skin. Warm drops of his cum rained over my stomach and hand.
Viggo pressed gentle kisses up and down my neck as I caught my breath. When I settled down and peeled my heavy eyelids open, I found him gazing back at me with warmth and affection that took my breath away.
Without a word, he took my hand and helped me into the shower before stepping in with me. I sighed happily as the hot water cascaded over me, soothing my muscles.
He inspected the small bottles on the shelf before selecting the one labeled body wash. He poured some in his hand and lathered it between his palms before touching my chest.
Viggo's large hands were gentle as he carefully and thoroughly scrubbed every inch of my body. No one had ever shown me that level of care.
Once all of the bubbles rinsed off beneath the stream, I poured soap into my hands and worked it into suds. As he did for me, I scrubbed his body, focusing on the feel. His skin was soft, but his muscles were firm beneath. But what felt the most incredible was caring for him. No one had ever let me get close enough to do so.
After his beautiful body was clean, I lifted a tiny bottle of shampoo. It took nearly all of the liquid to coat Viggo’s thick curls. He moaned as I lightly scratched his scalp with my fingernails, and then massaged it beneath the stream of water.
He looked gorgeous, with his head tilted back and his skin pink from the hot water. I would have shamelessly pounced on him again if my dick wasn’t completely spent, and my stomach wasn’t so hungry.
Instead, I turned off the tap and reached around the shower curtain to grab a towel off the rack. When I handed it to him, Viggo patted his body dry and tied the fabric around his waist. Then he took a second towel and used it to thoroughly dry every inch of my skin - even between my fingers and toes. He was much better at pampering me, but I would learn.
I heard a knock at the hotel door and took the towel from his hands to drape around my midsection before offering, “That’s our pizza; I’ll get it.”
But I only took two steps outside the tub before Viggo was standing in front of me, with his hands on my chest and a stern look on his face. “Not like that, you won’t. No one but me gets to lay eyes on your delectable body.”
Suddenly, my dick was a little less spent; his territorialism made my blood race. But I pushed away my naughty thoughts as I picked my clothes up off the floor. “I’ll put these back on.”
It wasn’t ideal to climb back into my grass-stained jeans, but I had no other option, so I pulled them up my legs and shrugged on my t-shirt. Viggo nodded and allowed me to leave the bathroom as he redressed.
I retrieved our dinner from the delivery guy and returned to the bedroom just as Viggo entered. He was wearing his dress slacks, but his shirt rested unbuttoned on his chest. Somehow he was even hotter half-dressed than completely naked; especially with his still-damp hair clinging to his neck. The sight made my mouth water…but so did the smell of the pizza in my hands, and my hunger won out.
I sat down on the bed and Viggo took a seat next to me as I opened the box. I lifted a cheesy slice out of the cardboard and held it out for him to take. “Here you go, babe; prepare to have your mind blown.”
He appeared confused by the whole sentence, but asked only, “Babe?” He wasn’t exactly savvy when it came to slang.
“It’s a pet name,” I explained, “Like honey or sweetie…or beloved.”
His face lit up with a gorgeous grin. “It is an endearment.” I nodded and he added, “I like it very much.”
I chuckled and tipped my chin towards his pizza slice. “I think you’ll like that too.”
Viggo took a large bite and hummed his approval. “That’s delicious.”
He had a big appetite. While I managed to take out three slices (minus the crust), Viggo ate the rest, plus my scraps. I wasn’t surprised; he was a large, strong guy who hadn’t had anything to eat for far too long.
Once we destroyed the pizza and I tossed the box away, I asked, “What would you like to do now?” The world was basically a brand new place for him, and I was excited to show him all it had to offer.