Just What I Needed – Stage Dive Read Online Kylie Scott

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Novella, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22555 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
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He's already good and hard against me. And I am so wet it is obscene. We haven’t even gotten fully naked yet, and this might be the best sex of my life. Seriously. Then he lowers me onto the mattress with a parting kiss. My lips are most definitely wet and swollen. And the taste of him is all mint toothpaste and hot man.

“Are you good to lose your pants?” he asks, his breathing as rapid as mine.

“Yeah.”

His fingers hook on the waistband, and with one tug, they’re gone. No more than a flannel cotton memory lying on the floor in the corner of the room. Next, my fluffy socks go flying. I am naked as the day I was born. Dean pulls open the top drawer on the bedside table and grabs a box. He swears quietly at the delay when his fingers fumble over the plastic. Then he tears off a condom and sets it on the bed beside me.

“What about your pants?” I ask.

“Soon,” is all he says before getting to his knees.

The way he grabs my legs and drags me to the edge of the bed—putting me right where he wants me—it is all more than a little thrilling. His big hands hold my thighs open as he lowers his face to my sex. He breathes me in with a happy sigh. Which makes me a little nervous honestly. But he seems delighted at the scent or me. He wastes no time in nuzzling me and sucking on my labia. Just generally driving me wild. The flat of his tongue drags through my middle and oh boy. How everything in me focuses on those feelings. On the shivers running down my back and the perfect pressure building low in my belly and spine. Can’t recall the last time a man went down on me. And the way Dean obviously relishes doing this makes all the difference.

He fucks me with his tongue before teasing me from my clit to my ass. No part of me is left untended. I lie there panting on the bed, my hands fisting the sheets. All the while, he works me higher and higher. The man obviously believes in the woman coming first. And I could honestly salute him for his efforts. By the time he starts sucking my clit in earnest, I am poised to plummet. It’s like freefalling into the sky. Like shedding my body and flying. My muscles spasm, and it’s all him. His touch and expertise. How much he enjoys this moment. It’s obvious in the way his fingers press into my thighs. In how he pauses to whisper words of encouragement now and then. I come against his face, and it is so good. Breathtaking and beautiful. There’s every chance I shouted his name to the heavens. But hey…he more than deserves the recognition.

By the time I come back down, he’s ditched his pajama pants and is rolling on the condom. He lifts me into the middle of the bed and climbs over my body. His dick is a bit thicker than most I have seen. Which can only mean good things for me. If he knows how to use it. Given his above average oral skills, my hopes are sky high. As previously imagined, his whole body is sublime. I would draw him if I had the least talent. But my basic stick figure capabilities would not do him justice. Not even a little. The muscles in his long legs, his calves, and the thicker thighs. How his hips have those dips that drive me wild. I love the scent of him. A lingering hint of cologne and clean male sweat. There is every chance I will be licking the man asap.

“Are we good?” he asks in a voice deeper than before.

“Yes,” I breathe.

Our mouths meet again, and the taste of me on his tongue suits him just fine. I might yet brand the boy with my name. It’s not out of the question. All of the good hormones are floating around inside me from the orgasm. I wrap my legs and arms around him and hold on tightly, wanting to have him in me good and deep, both his cock and his tongue. I want to give back to him what he gave to me. Have him come. Make him feel as good as can be.

He lines up the blunt head of his cock and pushes in sure but steady. I gasp at the feel of him. At the slight burn as he stretches me. At the sudden awareness of those recently unused muscles. He groans against my ear and buries his face in my neck. His breath is warm against my skin. It’s all so up close and personal, having him against me. This might be our first time, but there’s none of the awkward or embarrassing feelings that you might expect. It feels right to have him wrapped up in me.


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