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)
I reach back up, playing with her tits for a moment. But then my hands slide down her body. Gently gliding over her ribs until her skin erupts in tiny pin pricks. She sucks in a breath, holding it when I keep going. Tracing my fingertips over each of her hip bones and ending with my thumbs pressing against her pussy.
She lights up now. All those mysterious symbols that somehow got themselves embedded into her skin, shining through.
She is a book.
A story.
A treasure map waiting to be read.
I like to make her come at least once before I put myself inside her. It’s just what lovemaking has turned in to for us. I like to watch her come. I like the way her eyes close tight, and her back arches up a bit, and the way her knees press against my head when I’ve got my mouth between her legs.
I like to lick her into oblivion. Squeezing her tits while peeking past her rising and falling belly, moving in rhythm with her breath.
That’s what I do right now.
And that’s exactly how she reacts when I do it.
Her fingertips grab desperately at my hair. Pulling on it. Encouraging me as she lifts her hips, grinding against my face.
We’ve been together long enough now that I can read all her signals. I know when she’s on the edge. A moment later and she’s whispering my name.
“Tyse. Tyse. Tyse.”
And I smile, still licking her when she grits her teeth, arches her back, and gushes her sweet release right into my mouth. She wriggles a bit, enjoying the rolling waves of pleasure that linger for nearly a whole minute.
I kiss her inner thighs, still watching. Letting her have all her moments. Enjoying the light show her body is puttin’ on. She glows from within. Like she is somethin’ magical. Like she’s somethin’ extraordinary.
And when she’s done, every time without fail, she gives me a long, satisfied smile. I wait for one eye to open. To peek at me.
She doesn’t disappoint. It opens. Well, half way. Her words are husky and low. “Your turn now.”
But I shake my head as I rise up on my knees, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it aside. Do I want her to suck my dick? Of course, I do. But not after what she told me about her last time with Lover Boy. And how he was mean to her. Made her feel cheap.
Clara Birch is not cheap. She is something dear. Something rare. Something to be cherished.
It’s funny too. Because before she came, women were… whatever. If I had one for a while, it was fine. If I didn’t, that was fine too.
But Clara Birch is going to be by my side for the rest of my life. I know this as sure as I know my own name.
So no. There is no ‘my turn’ now.
There is only our turn.
I pop the button on my pants, enjoying the way her eyes fall down to watch. The zipper comes down next and she bites her lip, trying not to grin too big. Now I crawl up her body, my hands ending up on either side of her head as I spread her legs wide open with my knees.
She reaches down, sliding her hand inside my pants, and pulls me out.
I’ve been hard since she blushed at me in her underwear, but when she squeezes my shaft, it’s a whole other level of ready.
Eagerly, she positions my dick up against her wet opening, and a moment later, I’m pushing myself inside her. Her legs come up, squeezing my hips. Which contracts a whole other set of muscles. I close my eyes, enjoying it.
I don’t even think she knows what she’s doing to me when she squeezes her legs like that. But that just makes it more of a turn on. It’s like her and the sexy underwear she bought by mistake.
This woman is so fuckin’ cute I can’t stand it.
When I make love to Clara Birch, it’s always slow. I give her time to bewitch me. To entrance me. To lure me in, to a place between worlds where only her and I exist.
It’s like time stops when I’m inside her. And her body, glowin’ blue and lightin’ up with symbols I can’t read, becomes my sole reason for living.
We always come at the same time. I wait for her. For the waves of pleasure from the last time to fade enough so that she can enjoy this one on its own merit.
I always know when she’s ready. The signals are mostly the same, with a little variation. Her legs wrap around me, her fingernails dig into my upper arms, her back comes up and her mouth opens.
Sometimes I kiss it as I explode inside her, but this time I lean into her neck and bite her earlobe instead.