Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 93575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“We’ll figure it out,” she whispered. “It’s okay, Nicky baby. It’s okay.”
“What did you call me?” I asked.
“Um, baby?”
“Nicky. You called me Nicky.” No one had called me that since my mother died, unless it was MJ during one of her rants. Then, it was used in a derogatory manner. Nothing like the sweet way it fell from Mila’s lips.
“I won’t if you—”
I cut her off. “I want. And no one has ever called me baby like that before.”
“No one has ever called me Shortcake.”
I couldn’t resist her anymore. I yanked her close and kissed her hard, sliding my tongue into her mouth and tasting her sweetness. She whimpered and clutched at my shoulders as I tightened my grip on her. I slid my fingers into her hair, tugging on the messy strands, liking the fact that I broke the elastic keeping them bound and feeling them fall over my skin like a wave of silk. I dove deeper into her mouth, into her, feeling complete and whole. Not denying the desire I felt for her, exulting in the knowledge she felt it back for me.
We kissed until we were breathless. Until we had to stop before I carried her to the blanket and made love to her until she cried out my name. I pressed my forehead to hers, our ragged breathing mingling.
I took her hand, and we sat down, the darkness closing in. I felt her yawn, and I chuckled, pulling her tight to my chest. “Boring you already?”
“I didn’t sleep much last night,” she confessed.
“Too busy thinking of me?” I teased.
“Yes.”
My breath caught in my throat, and I held her tighter. “I kept thinking of you too,” I confessed.
“What were you thinking about?”
I nudged her head to the side with my chin and placed my lips to her ear. “You want to know how I couldn’t stop thinking about how you felt against me, Mila? How you tasted? The incredible way you smelled? How you dropped your little porn-watching information like you were telling me it was going to rain in the morning? Do you want to know how I wrapped my hand around my cock and stroked myself, remembering all that? Wishing you were there with me? Thinking about how much I want to watch you watch porn and pleasure yourself?”
She moaned softly, pressing back into me. My cock was hard, trapped between us. I dropped a hand to her thigh, stroking the warm flesh I could feel under her thin leggings.
“I thought about it all night. Imagining it. Wanting it. Wanting you.”
“I don’t touch myself,” she whispered.
“Oh God.” I shut my eyes, my hand drifting closer to her center. “You use a vibrator?”
“No. I-I don’t have to do anything. I get so turned on, I orgasm.”
My hand stilled. The air in my chest constricted. My cock hardened to the point of being painful.
“What?” I asked.
“Watching it, porn, sometimes makes me orgasm.”
I buried my face in her neck. “Jesus.”
My next statement made her laugh. “I want to see.”
“Um…”
I pressed my lips to her neck, nipping at the juncture and licking away the sting. “All of it, Mila. I want to feel you come on my cock. Watch you as you fall apart. See what you look like as you climax. Hear my name as you scream. And I want to watch you as you come from watching someone else orgasm. Promise me, one day I’ll get all that.” I pulled on her earlobe, tugging it with my teeth. “Tell me you want that too.”
She gasped as I boldly cupped her, groaning at the heat under my hand.
“Yes,” she whispered.
I ran my finger along her seam with a groan. I moved my hand to her waistband. “Tell me to stop,” I demanded. “Tell me to move my hand away.”
She wrapped her arm around my neck, pulling my head down to hers and kissing me. I hooked my feet around her, pulling her legs open and delving my hand inside the material, finding her wet and bare.
“Oh God. You’re so turned on right now, you’re wet for me, baby.” I stroked her, all pretense of trying to be a gentleman falling away. I was so excited, my entire body felt as if it was a live wire. “Sweet little Mila, shy and soft. Who knew fire like this burned inside you?”
I kissed her again, deep and desperate. She whimpered as I circled her clit, the hard nub almost vibrating under my touch.
“Has anyone else done this for you, baby? Stroked your clit? Made you tremble?”
“No.” She arched against my hand. “Please don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping until you come on my hand. Cry out my name.” I slid a finger inside her, cursing at how tight she was. “Jesus, I want to feel you wrapped around my cock.”
She whimpered again, and I banded my arm around her waist as she began to undulate her hips. The friction against my cock was incredible. The heat and wetness of her an aphrodisiac. I pressed my thumb to her clit and kept sliding my finger inside her. When she whispered “More,” I carefully added a second finger, stretching her. Her reaction was to press back into me harder and move her hips restlessly.