Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“Maniac,” I teased, putting my hands on that chest. It was hot and hard and made my body shiver with anticipation. “You’re going to crush me. And I’ve never seen anyone get undressed so fast. Are you sure you know how to take your time?”
“Listen,” he said, sliding down my body and getting onto his knees. “The only thing I’m doing quickly tonight is undressing you.” He pulled off one of my heels, then the other.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He flipped me onto my stomach, unzipped my skirt, and tugged it off, leaving my black panties in place. They weren’t my sexiest underwear, but they weren’t Netflix and nachos either, and they still made his jaw drop when he flipped me onto my back again. He ran a fingertip along the lace at the top, making my belly quiver.
Next, he untied my blouse at the neck, then worked his way down the row of buttons. It took him a little while because the buttons were tiny and his hands were so big.
“Want help?” I offered.
“Nope.”
When he finally reached the last button, he opened the blouse and looked down at my chest. I was wearing a black bra, nothing special, but the way his eyes traveled over my skin made me feel infinitely beautiful. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the mattress over my head, stretching out above me.
“No fair, I can’t use my hands,” I told him, wrapping my legs around his hips.
“You put your hands on me, this could be over before it begins, babe. You gotta at least give a guy a chance.” He kissed me in that slow, deep way that awakened every nerve ending in my body and made my back arch beneath him. Through his jeans I could feel the hard length of him rubbing against me, and I was anxious for more. But he took his time, moving his mouth down my neck, my chest, my stomach, running his tongue along the lace edge of my panties where he’d brushed his fingertip before.
“Tyler,” I said impatiently. “Take your pants off.”
“Not yet, my pet.” He moved all the way down so his head was between my legs. “While I appreciate your eagerness to get where we’re going, I’m going to enjoy the ride a bit.”
“The ride?”
“Yes.” He kissed his way up one inner thigh. “See, some guys might be all about the shortcut . . .” He kissed his way down the other. “ . . . but I myself like a detour.”
I half-laughed, half-panted as he centered his mouth between my legs, using his tongue on my clit through the thin, soft satin. “I know this about you.”
“Oh,” he said confidently. “But you don’t.”
He was right.
I’d had no idea what it was like to be so thoroughly ravished by him—or by anyone else, for that matter. No one had ever made me feel so good. He used his mouth in ways that had me clawing the sheets and pounding the mattress and begging him not to stop. He tugged my panties off with his teeth. He licked his way all the way back up my thighs. He stroked me with his tongue again and again and again—soft and slow, hard and fast, gentle one minute and greedy the next. He told me my pussy was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted, that he couldn’t get enough, that he might come just from fucking me with his tongue. He used his fingers, sliding them inside me while he sucked my clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue while I writhed and rocked beneath him. And when the orgasm tore through my body in glorious, rippling contractions, he moaned just as loudly as I did, as if he could feel it just as deep.
I had barely caught my breath when he moved up my body, wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist. If it were anyone else, I might have been self-conscious—but I wasn’t. For once, it hadn’t even occurred to me to worry that I didn’t taste right or wasn’t wearing the perfect underwear or moved too much or not enough. I never once contemplated faking an orgasm just so I could stop being so anxious and try to enjoy myself more. With Tyler, I felt at ease with my body and everything he was doing to it.
And good lord, he was hot. I didn’t know where to look, between the hair and the eyes and the jaw and the shoulders and the chest and the abs. He braced himself on his hands above my shoulders, and I ran my palms down his arms and up his chest. “I love your body. I never saw it that night.”
He kissed my cheek, my shoulder, my collarbone. “That’s because I didn’t even bother to take my clothes off.”