Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
I smile. It’s big and bright and he has no clue I’m smiling since he’s walking ahead of me. While the sex we had last night was beyond anything I could have ever imagined, and the blow job I gave him today was my best work, and I have been thinking about him all day as well as a variety of scenarios we might participate in, I think I am most pleased in this moment to know Jerico views me as something slightly more than a convenient fuck. His statement just now tells me a lot about him, but most particularly that he doesn’t have any female friends, nor does he have any close female relationships. I have no clue what it is about me that makes him feel like I’m worthy enough to talk to, but that is a conversation for another time.
That’s because Jerico walks me into the most sumptuous bedroom I’ve ever seen in my life. A massive four-poster king-size bed that is ornately carved takes up one wall. It’s covered with a navy blue and gold brocade comforter with gold braiding along the edges and gold tassels at the corners. A long dresser takes up another wall with a mirror above it. Both pieces having the same carvings as the bed. The walls are done in what appears to be silk of the same navy color that matches his bedding but with a subtly darker pattern within. A plush and expensive-looking oriental carpet done in golds, blues, and whites covers most of the hardwood flooring. To add final complement to the elegant decor, there’s a massive brass chandelier that hangs from the center of the ceiling with what looks like hundreds of candelabra lights.
I would consider Jerico Jameson a sophisticated man, but I had no clue his style ran so traditionally. It adds complexity to the man I am still learning about.
Jerico tosses his suit jacket on a gold brocade bench that rests at the foot of his bed and starts to unbutton his shirt sleeves as he walks toward what I believe to be the master bathroom.
“Get naked,” he says with his back turned to me. “Then get on the bed. I’ll be just a minute.”
He’s barely over the threshold to the bathroom when I retort, “Your foreplay sucks.”
Jerico turns slowly around and stares at me impassively. I stare stonily back at him and cross my arms stubbornly over my chest.
The corners of his mouth turn upward, and Jerico shakes his head as he walks back toward me. His palms come to my cheeks and his mouth comes to mine for what I thought would be a deep, hot, and wet kiss that was worthy of the term foreplay.
Instead, he feathers his lips briefly against mine before pulling back to smile at me. “You are going to be begging me to stop my foreplay, Trista. It hasn’t started yet, but it’s going to drive you crazy. Now I’m going into the bathroom to get a few things that we’ll need and I would appreciate it if you would save me the time of undressing you or even possibly saving your wardrobe because I want you so badly I could see me tearing your clothes off.”
I blink at him. My mouth parts open in surprise.
Jerico grins at me. “Any questions?”
All I can do is shake my head, which satisfies Jerico. He returns to the bathroom, and I take off all my clothes before crawling into the middle of his bed to wait for him.
♦
“Please stop,” I beg Jerico as he continues to lick between my legs. I’ve had three orgasms so far, and I am going crazy with the need to have him inside of me.
Jerico chuckles against me and I have to struggle not to slam my knees against the sides of his head in retaliation.
Fucker.
He was absolutely right. I am begging and pleading for him to move past his foreplay.
To my relief, Jerico pushes up and crawls backward off the bed, using his forearm to wipe the back of his mouth, which is shiny with my juices. I’ve never known a man like Jerico who enjoys pleasuring a woman orally so much. It’s with a little bit of melancholy that I realize once this thing runs its course with us, I’m probably never going to have it as good as I’ve had it with him again.
Reaching a hand out to me, Jerico says, “Come off the bed.”
I clasp his palm and let him pull me up. When my feet hit the rug, my toes sinking down into its decadence, my legs feel like they’re going to buckle. Jerico turns me around with his hands at my waist and sits down on the edge of the bed, pulling me in between his legs. Leaning toward me, his mouth closes over one of my nipples and he gives it a hard suck before letting it pop free from his mouth. I groan from the sensation and wait for him to do the same to my other breast.