Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 96512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
He hooks his thumbs into the sides of my underwear and pulls them down. He groans at the sight of my bare pussy—like it’s the most erotic thing he’s ever seen. Fisher being turned on by me makes me feel like a goddess. If I can turn on a man like Fisher, anything is possible. My nipples stand to attention, scraping the lace of my bra and desperate for his touch.
He places kisses over my lower belly, from one hip to the other, teasing me, making me wait. It’s delicious torture. I push my hands through his hair, needing to feel him, wanting more of him.
He pulls away and maneuvers me so I’m lying on my back on the bed, my ass on the edge of the mattress.
“I’ve dreamed about this. Two nights in New York and all I’ve thought about is how you taste.”
I sigh. Could that even be true? Is it possible that he’s thought of me as often as I’ve thought about him? I’ve been counting down the hours until he was back here. It’s terrifying to think how it’s going to feel when he’s gone for good. I don’t know how I’ll cope.
But I can’t think about that now.
Fisher’s tongue slides down my folds. He flicks and presses, circles and coaxes me into a frenzy.
I can’t take any more but I never want it to stop. I never want to stop feeling this.
Wetness pools between my thighs, and if I wasn’t so worked up, I’d be embarrassed about how responsive my body is to him. But there’s no room in my brain for embarrassment. There’s too much else in my body to feel. And it’s all pleasure.
All of a sudden, his fingers slide over my breasts as his tongue works my clit, and I arch my back.
“Fisher!” I scream.
He stills, and I feel the loss of his tongue. “You know the rule,” he growls. “No coming without my permission.”
The tone of his voice is almost enough to push me over the edge. Fisher is such an affable, easygoing guy. But in bed?
In bed, he’s in charge.
“Fisher,” I whimper.
“You taste so good,” he says. His fingers start to move again, moving in circles over me.
My breathing comes in short, sharp bursts and I grip the sheets, trying to hold on. I don’t want to disappoint him.
“Please, Fisher. Please can I come?”
He groans. “Open your eyes. Let me see you.”
I do what he says, desperate to please him. He gazes at me like I’m the most beautiful, sexy woman he’s ever seen.
With a small nod, he says, “Now come.”
His thumb circling my clit and our eyes locked, I break into pieces, my entire body floating up, up, up.
He looks at me with such reverence, like he’s never seen anything so spectacular.
“Fisher,” I say on a sigh.
He rearranges me on the bed and rolls on a condom.
“I have to be inside you,” he grunts. “I’ve waited too long.”
He kneels between my legs. My entire body is floppy, exhausted with the effort of orgasm. But as soon as I feel his crown at my entrance, my body comes alive again. I don’t know how it’s possible.
“Jesus, you’re so wet,” he grunts.
“I want you,” I whisper. “All the time.” It’s a confession I never thought I’d make. I want the same as he does—to keep this light and airy, but something about him makes me want to tell him the truth. Like the secret’s too big to keep to myself.
“I want you all the time, too.” He ends on a gasp as he slides into me.
He’s so big, and I’m so full, but when he’s inside me like this, I feel complete, like he’s the key to my lock.
“Is it too much?” he asks.
“You will never be too much,” I say. It’s exactly enough. He’s exactly enough.
His eyes flutter shut as he begins to move over me. The tendons in his neck tighten and I trace them with my fingers.
I widen my legs, wanting him deeper, more. Wanting him to be part of me. “You’re so incredible,” I whisper, sliding my fingers into his hair. He catches my arms and pushes them over my head.
“I’m going to come if you touch me,” he says, his fingers tightening around my wrists as he thrusts into me.
He dips and presses a kiss to my lips. His forehead is sheened with sweat, and I know it’s all the effort it’s taking him not to come.
Inside me.
I groan at the thought of him being so worked up that just touching him will send him over the edge. This beautiful man who’s surrounded by beautiful, glossy women in New York is fucking me. Is so worked up that he can’t handle me touching him without coming.
I do that to him.
The thought sends a pulse through my entire body and Fisher cries out.