Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Before I let my fear take control, I had my hands back on her waist, turned her away from the wall, and then I was walking us over to the couch. She still had her hands on my biceps, but when we reached the piece of furniture, she sat down immediately. I stood above her, looking down, so fucking insane with my need for her, but also not sure this was really happening. It wasn’t like I thought I’d even get this far. I assumed she’d tell me to go when I closed us in here together. But no. She’d given herself to me, and I’d take whatever she had to offer.
I lowered my gaze down her body to her thighs. Her legs were closed, her hands on either side of her body, her nails clutching against the cushions. I had no idea what I even planned, but I knew what I wanted.
I wanted to taste her, to have my face buried between her thighs and see just how sweet she really was.
Stop me, Pyper. Because once I start, I won’t be able to control myself.
I meant to say those words out loud, but they were trapped in my mind. I was afraid to say them, that she would tell me to leave, that she’d come to her senses and say this was a mistake. But it wasn’t. God, it wasn’t a mistake.
And so I found myself falling to my knees in front of her, dragging my fingers over her delicate ankles, along the curve of her calves, and twisting my hands so they now rested on her knees. I gently flexed the digits against her soft, warm flesh, my gaze locked on her face. I held my breath as I started to pull her legs open. She gave me no resistance.
When her legs were partially open, I let myself look between them only for a second. The shadows washed over her and I couldn’t see much, but I imagined all the wicked things I’d be doing.
“Let me in, Pyper,” I said so softly I didn’t even know if she heard me. But a second later, she had her hands on the edge of her shorts. I was transfixed at the sight of what she was doing, and in rapt awe, I watched as she tugged the material down, lifting up ever-so-slightly to slide them down. I moved back on my haunches as she pushed them down her thighs, then her calves, and finally let them fall to her feet. Then she had her legs spread even wider.
My mouth dried at the sight.
“I am letting you in, Gio.”
Christ.
I found myself moving closer once more before I even realized I’d done the act. My palms covered her knees again, keeping her legs open, spreading them a touch wider so I could move between them. The sight of her panties, little white ones that seemed really fucking simple and innocent, called to the basic male urges in me. Like I needed anymore help with that.
I ran a hand over my mouth as I stared between her thighs. I was afraid to touch her, afraid I’d ruin this. I was afraid this was a dream and I’d wake up. And God… I didn’t want to wake up.
Pyper was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling with the force of an impending storm. But despite my fear, I moved down and closed my eyes, the tip of my nose so close to her that I was becoming intoxicated from her aroma. I inhaled again and again, the sugary yet musky scent of her arousal making my mouth water, my pulse race.
I ran my tongue first along her left inner thigh and then moved to her right, tasting her intoxicating flesh, needing more. I wanted to go slow, to take my time, but I knew that was a lie even as it moved through my head.
“Gio,” she breathed my name in the sweetest fucking way.
I wanted to hear her say my name as I fucked her, as I was buried deep inside her.
“Pyper,” I groaned against her flesh, my eyes closed, her scent and flavor all around me.
She had her hands in my hair a second later, pulling at the strands forcefully.
Yeah. That’s so fucking it. I squeezed my hands on her thighs, unable to help myself. “You have no idea what you do to me.” I meant to say to myself, but I couldn’t keep the words in. I wanted her to know so much. So much.
I latched my mouth right over her pussy, not even caring that her panties were obstructing her bare flesh from me. Hell, I liked that fact, found it a little forbidden, a turn on.
I sucked on her pussy through the fabric until the material grew pliant and even more soaked. I curled my fingers into the flesh of her thighs even more, knowing there would be marks come morning. Fuck, why did that make me feel so possessive, even more primal?