Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Trees bent his head to her, taking her mouth in a sweeping kiss of tongues and slow passion—except that insistent hand between her legs, circling and thumbing the needy bud now throbbing again. He groaned. His breathing roughened. He inhaled her as he filled her needy sex with his fingers, making her gasp and hold on tighter.
“You are trying to undo me.” Her voice sounded scratchy.
“There’s no trying about it, honey,” he muttered against her lips, then worked his way down her neck, lingering behind her ear to whisper, “I’m going to make you come so many times tonight, you won’t be able to feel your legs.”
Her heart surged with excitement, but it wasn’t just for the pleasure he was promising. It was the way he vowed to send her to the stars, like it was a gift he wanted to give her because he wanted her happiness.
“Please…”
She felt him smile against her skin as he bent to lick one of her nipples. All her focus had been on the ache growing and swelling between her legs and the man bestowing bliss on her. But now…she tossed her head back under the shower spray, her long, pleading cry echoing off the tile.
“That’s my girl,” he praised as he switched to the other breast and his fingers inside her shifted, moving, pressing on a spot that had her eyes flying wide open, her body lifting on tiptoe, and the pleasurable pressure under his fingertips nearly dissolving her spine.
“Yes. Yes. Yes…” The chant fell from her lips. Laila didn’t even know what she was saying, only that she craved everything Trees was doing to her.
Then he swiped his thumb across her hard nub again and growled. “There you are, just about to tip over. Now look at me.”
She did. His green eyes glowed with a tender demand that made her heart skip as their stares fused. The electric connection jolted down her spine, spreading to every nerve and far-reaching appendage. Tension strangled her throat, and she barely squeaked out a plea. “Trees?”
“That’s it. Stay with me. Don’t look away.”
“I cannot.”
“Good. Come for me now, little one. Fall, and I’ll catch you.”
Laila didn’t know if it was his voice or his permission or the cocoon of safety she felt in his arms, but everything inside her released. She surrendered herself for him, to him, allowing him to wring her inside out. As pleasure surged, firing through her veins and shutting down thought, she shuddered and became a shocked, gasping puddle of satisfied woman.
Seconds later, her legs threatened to give out. But Trees was already there, squatting in front of her to plant his mouth on her still-pulsing flesh.
She was so sensitive and she stiffened, but he was gentle, patient, planting almost chaste kisses for slow minutes on her lower abdomen, her hips, her trembling thighs, then finally her puffy mound. She should have felt overwhelmed and exhausted by the climax that had overtaken her whole body. But the moment he slid an experimental drag of his tongue against her distended clit, she choked in a shocked breath, thrust her fingers in his wet hair, and let out a stunned gasp.
He took that as a sign to attack.
A heartbeat later, he opened his lips over her sex, laved her hard button again, then sucked it into the heat of his mouth, showing absolutely no mercy.
“Trees!”
“Hmm,” he hummed into her most sensitive spots.
With that one syllable, her entire body torqued up again. She hadn’t quite finished descending from the last peak, and another one was about to replace it—bigger, stronger, threatening to turn her legs to jelly.
“Trees!” she gasped even louder.
He didn’t bother answering, simply sucked her clit harder and ruthlessly rubbed that spot inside her.
She took off like a rocket, her head seeming to explode as she screamed in pleasure so loudly her ears rang. That seemed to spur Trees on. He kept at her, reading her body perfectly, knowing just where to touch her, when, how hard, how long, how much as he cajoled every last ounce of ecstasy from her.
Then she fell limp against him, her legs all but giving out.
“Oh, little one…” He stood and shut off the water, then gathered her in his arms and left the glass enclosure, heading toward his bed. He didn’t bother with a towel, seemingly not caring if his mattress got soaked. He simply lay back, then lifted her over him. With one hand, he held his cock up to her waiting, clutching sex. With the other, he pushed her down and filled her until she hissed at the stretching of her flesh necessary to accommodate his length and girth.
Quickly, he lifted her again, settling for a shallow thrust and a seductive rhythm. But the effort was costing him. She could see that on his face.