Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“God,” she breathed. “I’ll never get tired of looking at you.”
“The feeling is mutual.”
I reached for the zipper at the back of her dress. One slow pull and the fabric loosened, slipping off her shoulders and pooling at her feet. She stood before me in nothing but a lacy bra and matching panties, her skin golden in the dim light, and I had to remind myself to breathe.
“Your turn,” she said, her eyes dropping meaningfully to my jeans.
She placed both hands on my chest and pushed—not hard, but with clear intent. I let myself fall backward onto the couch, watching with heated anticipation as she stood over me, a playful smile curving her lips.
I kicked off my shoes and made quick work of my jeans and briefs while she watched, her gaze tracking every movement with undisguised hunger. Then I was naked, sprawled back against the cushions, my cock already hard and aching for her.
I wrapped my hand around my shaft, stroking slowly, and watched her eyes darken as she licked her bottom lip. She reached back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall. Then she hooked her thumbs in her panties and slid them down her thighs, stepping out of them.
Completely naked. Completely gorgeous. Completely mine.
She crossed to where I sat and brushed my hand away from my cock, replacing it with her own tight grip. “That’s mine,” she said, her voice low and possessive.
A groan rumbled up from my chest. “Is that so?”
“Mmhmm.” She stroked once, twice, her thumb rubbing over the sensitive head. “All mine.”
I smirked at her. “And what exactly are you planning to do with it?”
Her smile turned wicked. “Let me show you.”
She climbed onto my lap, her knees bracketing my hips, and I had to grip the couch cushions to keep from grabbing her immediately. She was so close, the heat of her hovering just above where I needed her, but she made me wait, her eyes locked on mine as she positioned herself.
Then she sank down, taking me deep in one smooth motion.
“Fuck.” The word tore out of me, rough and desperate.
She was perfect. Hot and tight and wet, her body gripping me like she was made for my cock. I grabbed her hips, fingers digging in, pulling her down until she’d taken every inch. Her eyes locked on mine, and for a moment neither of us moved. We just breathed together, adjusting to the sensation, the connection.
Then Raina started to roll her hips in slow, deliberate circles, grinding against me in a way that made sparks shoot up my spine. I let her set the pace, content to watch her chase her pleasure—the way her head fell back, the soft sounds escaping her lips, the flush spreading across her chest.
My hands skimmed up her body, cupping her breasts, feeling their perfect weight in my palms. I caught her nipples between my fingers and pinched gently.
She gasped, her rhythm stuttering. “More,” she breathed.
I leaned forward and took one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard while I rolled the other between my fingers. Raina moaned, her hips moving faster now, rising and falling on my cock with increasing urgency. She threaded her fingers through my hair and held me against her breast, keeping me there while she rode me hard and deep.
Her entire body shuddered and I switched to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, and felt her thighs start to tremble around me. She was close. I could feel it in the way her body tightened, the way her movements grew more frantic.
When it became too much, she pulled my head back. Her hands framed my face, and she kissed me deeply. I could taste the wine on her tongue, feel the urgency in the way her mouth moved against mine. My hands dropped to her hips again, guiding her movements, driving up into her with each downward stroke.
She gasped against my lips. “Simon, I need—”
“I know.” I slid one hand between us, finding her clit, circling with just the right pressure and it didn’t take but a few strokes to make her shatter.
I felt her orgasm ripple through her, her inner walls clenching around me as she shuddered in my arms. The sight of her coming undone—head thrown back, my name on her lips—pushed me over the edge right behind her.
I came hard, spilling into her with a groan that felt like it was ripped from somewhere deep in my chest. Pleasure whited out my vision, my thoughts, everything except the feel of her and the rightness of this moment.
Afterward, we stayed tangled together on the couch, her head on my chest, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back. The apartment was quiet except for our breathing and the muted hum of the city outside.
“I had fun tonight,” she murmured against my skin. “Meeting everyone. Being here with you.”