Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 144277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 721(@200wpm)___ 577(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 721(@200wpm)___ 577(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
But then her hand is pressing against my dick beneath my pants, and I’m hard before I even know what’s happening. “Right now?” I ask.
She shrugs, looking me straight in the eyes. “If we’re gonna take a time out on a bed, we might as well make the most of it.”
I get up on my knees, crawling down to the end of the bed, and take her boot in my hand. I don’t waste time unlacing it, just pull it off and reach for the next one. Because I fully plan on making the most of it by getting her naked.
And here’s what I like about Jasina. No, here’s what I love about Jasina. She’s grinning. Wide. And she’s already got her pants unbuttoned so all I have to do next is pull them down her legs.
She’s not wearing underwear. When we were scavenging for clothes, she drew a line at borrowed undergarments. So when she slides her fingertips between her legs, I’m looking at her wet and glistening little peach.
I almost die.
She’s perfect for me. Not shy. Not a bit shy. And her adventurous nature carries over into the bedroom. She let me do anything I wanted in the two times we’ve been together and I’m sure this time would be no different.
If that was what I was after.
But it’s not.
I just want to show her how good I can be. To her, for her, for us.
So I place my hands on her knees, open them up—watching her literally bite back her excitement by chewing on her lip—and lower my mouth between her legs.
Immediately, her back arches up and her eyes close. But just as quickly she opens them—lazy and low as they are, and a playful smile cancels out the lip biting. “Is this dirty talk sex or—”
My tongue does a little twisty thing here, cutting off her words and closing those eyes right back up. But her hands slide down her body, her fingertips weaving into my hair and giving it a good grip, as I do my best to drive her over the edge with my mouth.
Little moans begin to come out her mouth as I bury my face into her folds. Licking her as I push her knees forward, lifting her ass up off the bed a little. Then I slip a finger in, just one to start, and she hisses a little as I slowly push up inside her. “More,” she moans softly.
“More what?” I whisper back. I don’t know why, all of a sudden, I’m into this dirty talking, but I am. And I’m not even planning it when the words come out. “More fingers, Jasina? Or more cock?”
Her eyes are open, but only just barely. Her mouth parts, her breath ragged. She doesn’t answer my question. I should just give in. Just... fuck her and make her come.
But I want so badly to tease filthy fucking words out of that pouty little mouth of hers, I don’t give in. “Come on,” I urge. “Tell me what you want, Jasina. Fingers? Or cock?”
She bites her lip, uncertain.
She did dirty-talk back to me a little when we had sex in my tower. It was mostly in response to my urging, like this, but I’ll take what I can get. “I’ll do anything, Jasina. Anything you want.” I sit up, still fingering her enough to keep that look of sleepy ecstasy on her face. “Want me to fuck your tits? Your mouth?” I shrug when she rolls her eyes. “What? If I don’t ask, I’ll never know.”
“Surprise me,” she whispers.
Immediately, I’m shaking my head. “No. I want to know what you like. You, and only you. I want to know every spot on that perfect body of yours where you feel pleasure. And then I want to touch you there and make you squeal. Help me, Jasina. Please. Help me make you squeal.”
She’s biting her lip, trying not to smile. But it’s pretty clear she finds me charming, if a bit uncouth. “It turns you on to hear the dirty talk?”
“You have no idea.”
Is it weird that I like it? It’s a new thing. Only since my father was murdered. Clara clearly enjoyed the results of my change in character, but picturing her talking dirty back to me—or hell, talking about sex at all, is a stretch too far. Clara is the equivalent of a princess. Something elevated and special. Something you keep on a shelf to admire. A trophy.
Jasina is the complete opposite. Which is neither good nor bad, just different. I like it, though. I like her wearing these clothes that make her look like an adventurer. With her messy hair and dirty face. Boots on her feet instead of slippers. I like her courage, and how practical she is, and how new things make her think, not back away. We’ve only known each other a month, but I feel like she’s my best friend. And now that I know she’s pregnant, she’s gonna be my wife too. I don’t know how we’ll manage that since we’re living in this strange new world. But she will be my wife. My partner. My confidant.