Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“No,” I said. “But I’m beginning to think I want to.”
She grinned, teeth white and sharp. “Then stop being careful.”
She didn’t have to ask twice. Without letting her go, I found the hem of my shirt and yanked it up and over my head. I placed my forearms on the glass while I leaned in to kiss her again simply because, now that I’d had a taste, I couldn’t get enough.
She wiggled, shimmying out of her shirt and bra before latching on to my shoulders. Her nails bit into my skin as she pulled me against her to mash my chest against her breasts.
I let out a breath and caught her jaw in my hand. Her mouth was red, parted. She didn’t flinch. I continued kissing her, biting her lower lip until she gasped. She arched against me, eyes wide.
I cupped the back of her head and held her steady while I kissed her throat. The intoxicating taste of her clean sweat and delicious woman nearly brought me to my knees. She made a small noise, so quiet I might have missed it if I hadn’t already known I couldn’t fuck her tonight. Not like this. I’d give her what she needed, then see what happened.
Instead of needing me to back off, she only wanted to reach between our bodies. Finding my belt, she tugged it open almost before I realized what she was doing. I caught her hands again and made her wait.
“Not yet,” I said.
She groaned, the sound raw and honest.
I looked down at her breasts. Her chest heaved, nipples drawn tight, the air in the room cold enough to spread gooseflesh over every inch of her I could see. I bent and closed my teeth around one ripe peak, giving the tight bud a sharp nip. She yelped this time before giving what almost sounded like a defeated groan.
She ripped my belt loose and shoved at my pants until they dropped. My cock slapped against her belly, hard and leaking. She reached for it, but I caught her by the wrist and pinned her again.
“Not yet, honey.”
“But --”
I leaned in to kiss her, hard and demanding, needing to divert her attention. When her body relaxed and I knew she’d do what I wanted, I pulled back.
Before she had the chance to protest more, I shoved her shorts and panties down her hips to pool at her feet, then gripped her ass in both hands and hefted her up the window so her back rested high on the glass and her legs ended up over my shoulders. She barely had time to squeal before I buried my face between her legs and sucked her pussy like my life depended on getting every drop of essence from her sweet little cunt I could. And, oh, my God, her pussy was delicious.
She shuddered and grabbed my hair, grinding against my tongue. She was hot, slick, so ready for me, it hurt knowing I couldn’t fuck her.
There was nothing gentle about the way I ate her out. I dragged my tongue through her folds until she whimpered, then sucked her clit between my lips and rolled it hard. Her thighs clamped against my ears. Her heels dug into my back and she ground her pussy against my mouth. The sounds she made came out broken, desperate, holding nothing back about what she needed from me. Her cries went straight to my cock, which throbbed in a hard, insistent ache.
“Tonio -- fuck --” Her voice cracked on my name and I nearly came right there. I didn’t let up, sucking her clit again. I slid two fingers inside her and curled them up, finding that spot that made her jolt, then scream. Then she arched her back and her pussy quivered against my mouth as I milked her for every ounce of orgasm she had to give me.
After she collapsed against me, I slid her down the glass, urging her legs back around my waist. I circled my arms tightly around her, holding her like I never wanted to let her go. And maybe I didn’t, which was the whole Goddamned problem.
I carried her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace. Though the staff hadn’t lit a fire, the place was still cozy and romantic. God knew this girl deserved both. I reached behind us to the couch where a soft, thick blanket rested. I sat with my back to the couch and pulled her into my lap. She tucked her head under my chin and didn’t say anything.
We stayed like that for a long time. I stroked her back, up and down, holding her like she was precious to me.
She spoke first. “That painting in the hall. The sunrise. It’s beautiful.”
I went rigid. It hurt more than I thought it would. “Yes,” was all I managed.