Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 97079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
But then he wrenches his mouth from mine and pulls back.
For a second I think he’s about to tell me it’s a bad idea. Which honestly, it really is, even if neither of us is willing to voice that, again.
Instead, he pushes his shorts and boxers down, revealing his big, beautiful cock in my fist. I stroke the length, rubbing my thumb over the weeping tip. I’m so glad I took Rix out for a mani a few days ago.
“Fuck yes, that’s…” He drops his head and turns his face toward my neck, lips parting against the skin. His tongue sweeps out, followed by his teeth. “So fucking good, Ess.”
“How long do you think you’ll last before you come all over my hand?” I taunt.
He lifts his head again, desire-heavy eyes meeting mine as his other hand skims my ribs and travels along the waistband of my shorts. “I bet I can get you off first.”
Of course he’d turn it into a competition. “I’d love to see you try.”
His long, thick fingers slip beneath the waistband of my shorts and into my panties. They glide over smooth skin and dip between my thighs. His brow furrows as he skims my clit.
Anxiety skitters across my skin like biting ants. I wait for the judgment.
“Are you…? Is that…” He brushes over it again. “Do you have a hood piercing?”
“Yeah.”
He skims it again, sending another jolt of desire echoing through me.
“Didn’t it hurt?”
He circles my clit, and my eyes roll up. “Less than you’d think, to be honest.”
“Did you get it to make sex feel better?” His curiosity is distracting, but also…endearing.
“I dated a tattoo artist for a couple of months. He did them all for free. We broke up before they healed fully.” Turns out mine wasn’t the only clit he was playing with.
“But you kept them.” He keeps circling my clit, light touches that make my entire body sing with need.
“They heighten the experience,” I explain.
“It’s sexy. I like it.”
His approval eases the tension slightly.
He moves past my clit and slides one finger inside me.
A sigh leaves my lips, and my head falls back. It’s been months since anyone has touched me. Months since I’ve had anything but self-administered orgasms. And I don’t understand the logic, or lack of it, but how satisfying is it that the man who ghosted me all those years ago can’t keep his hands off me now?
We find a rhythm, my hand moving over his length and his fingers pumping inside me, palm rubbing my clit, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I try to hold back, to increase my pace and tighten my grip on his stunningly hard erection. But his expression is one of sheer determination, and when he finds the spot that makes me gasp and moan, he doubles down.
“That’s it, Ess.” He kisses my neck. “I know you’re close.”
My legs shake, and everything below the waist tightens. I whimper and try to hold on to my control, but it’s slipping away.
“It’s okay. You can let go.” He cups my cheek in his palm as he strokes inside me again. “You’re so soft.” His lips brush over mine. “So fucking sweet and pretty.” He pushes deeper, stretching me, filling me, making my body come alive under his touch. “I want to feel you come all over my fingers, Essie. Show me I affect you, too.”
I grip his shoulder and grind down into his palm. The world is a wash of stars and white as the orgasm rushes through me. It’s incredible, mind-blowingly fantastic. My body hums with pleasure. My eyes flutter open and meet Nate’s feral, satisfied gaze.
He won. Of course he won.
This round. But the game is far from over.
His admission gives me courage. This man, who is always stoic and in control, loses it with me.
I resume stroking him. “Imagine how good it would feel if you were fucking my mouth and not my hand, Nathan.” I suck his bottom lip. “My lips stretched around you.” I let the plush flesh slide through my teeth. “How much of your cock do you think I could take?”
Dark desire makes his lip curl. “You’d take all of it, because you wouldn’t want to lose again.”
A coy smile tips the corner of my mouth as I nibble across his jaw. “Did I really lose, Nate? Now you have the memory of me coming just for you, and it’ll be right there every time you think of me.”
“Just like you’ll think about me,” he counters.
“Imagine me on my knees for you, Nate.”
His gaze drops as I lace the fingers of my free hand with the one already stroking him.
“Shit. Fuck—” He groans.
“My mouth full of your thick cock.” I slide both thumbs up his shaft and circle the crown. “Your hands in my hair.” Slow stroke. “Guiding me.” Tight squeeze. “Your cum sliding down my throat, because I’d swallow for you, Nathan, like a good girl does.”