Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Before I can say anything, she’s putting her lips on mine, the sweetest kiss she’s ever given me, and I feel it from the tip of my head down to my toes.
To my surprise, she deepens the kiss, her fingers going into my hair to pull me to her. I feel instant arousal, the heavy conversation melting away and my need for her becoming my sole focus. I break the kiss by picking her up, turning her in my lap so she straddles me. I can’t help the groan that tears free when she grinds down onto my erection.
“Let’s take this into the bedroom,” she whispers in my ear.
Chapter 20
Simone
Van responds to my request by one powerful push off the couch. I cling to him but it’s unnecessary, as his big hands go to my ass to support my weight.
I nuzzle his neck as he strides back to his bedroom, then I bite his ear. He pinches my ass in return and I smile. Despite the intimacy we just shared on the couch expressed through words, he’s still my dominant man.
Van kicks his bedroom door shut as we enter, and then he drops me on the bed. No soft laying of my body upon the mattress, but I don’t even get a chance to grin at him because he’s covering me with his own.
His pelvis presses into mine and his arms go under my back. He holds me tight while he just kisses me slowly, but with absolute possession. He’s in no hurry, and I know he’s going to make me work for an orgasm. It’s okay…I love his sweet tortures.
Time seems to freeze as we just do nothing but kiss. He doesn’t even grind into me, even though his touch makes me so wild I do my own hip rotations trying to create friction.
I can feel his lips stretch into a smile against mine, and he mutters into my mouth, “Slow down there, Shiny. We’ll get there.”
“Not before I die of frustration,” I grumble.
His laugh fills my mouth, and he starts kissing me all over again. I nearly cry in relief when finally he slips his hand under my shirt, caressing my ribs before palming a breast. My nipple hardens before he even pays any attention to it, but it’s come to anticipate a lot where Van’s concerned. He loves my breasts, spends an inordinate amount of time with them, and I know he’ll get there eventually.
My hands go to the bottom of Van’s T-shirt and I try to yank it up. He doesn’t help me, though, keeping one hand securely attached to my breast and his body pressing me down.
This drives me a little nutso, so I bite his lip. He jerks back, licks his lower lip, and stares down at me with a twinkle in his eye. “Going to make you pay for that.”
“Fine,” I huff. “Can we just at least get naked?”
His response is to push up to straddle my body. He whips his shirt off and my mouth waters at his fabulous chest. Reaching my hands out, I pull playfully at the waistband of his gym shorts, which are tented from his erection. “Take these off too.”
“Not yet,” he says, then pulls me up to a sitting position with a hand behind my neck. Before I know it, my shirt is gone along with my bra, and then his hand is on my chest, pushing me back down.
He sits on top of me, staring at my breasts for a moment before he covers them with his hands. Squeezing, he murmurs, “I love your tits. Beautiful, just like you.”
I moan as he pinches my nipples, causing my hips to buck. He ignores that, watching his hands work me for what seems like hours.
Just when I’m ready to scream in frustration, Van stuns the hell out of me by freeing his cock from his shorts instead. Moving up my body, he spreads his legs and rests his cock in the middle of my chest. His hands press into the mattress by my head and he orders me, “Squeeze your breasts around me.”
“Oh God,” I say, completely turned on by this, and my palms go to the sides of my boobs to do just as he asks. There are many downsides to having large tits, but this is not one of them.
Van groans as he pulls his cock back through the channel of my cleavage and pushes forward again. “Dreamed of fucking these tits,” he groans. “Even before I first kissed you, I dreamed of it.”
God, he looks so beautiful like that…looming over me, his cock buried in my breasts, and his face completely awash with pleasure.
But then he’s gone and scrambling down my body. His feet hit the floor and he’s finally getting naked before he’s tearing the rest of my clothes off.