Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
His hands move so slowly, so tenderly over me, touching me in a way that it feels like he’s worshipping me. When he cups my pussy, I moan. He’s already touched and caressed me to the point that my body feels like it is on pins and needles. I’m so close to the edge that when he holds my center like that, it’s almost enough to send me, hurling into an orgasm. I manage to keep that from happening, but it’s close. He takes the bar of soap; dropping it into the water and then lathering it in his hands. My eyes are glued to his movements. Even so, I’m not prepared when he slides the soap between my folds and lets it rub and tease against my opening and then my clit. He pushes it up so that I could almost ride it, before taking it away.
I cry in disappointment. As he uses a cloth and fresh water to rinse me clean.
“Max…”
“What’s wrong, sweetheart.”
“I need…”
“What do you need?”
“Make me….make me come, please.”
I think that might be what he is waiting for, from me, because he grabs my thighs and practically pulls my legs apart and then his tongue pushes into my pussy and slides straight to my clit, flicking against it before flattening out and rubbing against my sensitive skin so intently, my legs go weak. He tortures my clit over and over, and I want to scream because I need more. Then, his fingers push into me, just as he sucks my clit into this mouth, rubbing manipulating it roughly, back and forth between his lips. His fingers begin fucking me, at a measured pace at first and then faster, starting a steady rhythm that I lose myself inside of. When his fingers thrust farther, and I clamp down on them; we both groan out loud. On his next thrust, he angles them and begins hard fucking me while his tongue joins in. The dual sensations are so intense I scream out his name and he thrusts firmer, his fingers almost inflexible, and this time he hits that magic spot. The cream from my orgasm rushes forth. I cry as I come all over Max’s face and fingers. He’s still sucking my clit, and he growls as my liquid soaks him, and the vibration sends me higher and to the point where it feels as if I’m floating.
When it’s over, I can’t register anything. I feel boneless; like I’m floating. I vaguely realize that Max is cleaning me from my climax and then drying me off. He grabs a large, cotton, flannel, button-up shirt out of his pack, putting it on me.
“I want you in my shirt tonight, Tess,” he says buttoning it up.
Once he’s got that done, my legs are still weak but it doesn’t matter. He picks me up and carries me back to the bed. I sit there, wondering what’s next when Max sits down beside me and starts brushing my hair. I close my eyes and just enjoy. The combination of having him give me so much attention and the orgasm I just had, mix, and my eyes get heavy. I’m swaying against him by the time he finishes brushing my hair. He gets off the cot and lays me down. As tired as I am, I can’t wait to finally have him. There’s a loud noise that makes me open my eyes, and I smile as he pushes the other small bed next to mine. He lies down and then pulls my body, so my back is against his chest, and our legs intertwine.
“Go to sleep, Kitten,” he whispers against my hair as he holds me tight.
“When you asked me to give myself to you, I pictured this evening differently, Max,” I tell him, even though I can already feel myself drifting off to sleep.
“Tonight was the single, most exciting night I’ve ever shared with a woman, Tess. Never doubt that, ever.”
Something about the way he says the words makes me believe them, and I fall asleep with a smile.
Falling asleep with a woman in your arms for the first time in over five years is a surreal experience. Doing it with a woman that you actually care about is something I have never experienced before, and I do care about Tess. It doesn’t even matter that it’s only been a few days. I care, more than is probably healthy for either one of us.
Last night I was pretty sure nothing could match the sensation of holding her while I fell asleep. I was so damn wrong. The best fucking feeling in the world is waking up with Tess between my legs, her tongue gliding under my hardened cock, and her fingernails digging into my ass.
Her tongue bathes my cock and shivers of need and awareness slither up my spine. I groan as she teases the head, sucking just the tip in her mouth.