Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
I moved back on the bed, making room for him. He followed, lowering himself over me with careful movements, supporting his weight on his forearms. His body covered mine without crushing me, strong and solid above me. I ran my hands over his shoulders, down the muscled plane of his back, feeling the power contained in his frame.
“Still good?” he asked, his voice rougher now.
“Better than good.” I found a smile tugging at my lips. I really did feel better than good. “More.” I pulled him down for another kiss.
His mouth found my jaw, my neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against my skin. Every place his lips touched lit up with sensation, awakening nerves I’d forgotten existed. There was no fear here, no anxiety, just the glorious feeling of being touched with reverence by a man who saw all of me and wanted me anyway.
Rip moved his mouth down my neck to my collarbone, leaving a trail of heat wherever his lips touched. I tunneled my fingers through his hair, needing to anchor myself so I didn’t fly away on the incredible sensations Rip created in me so effortlessly. He moved lower. Each kiss felt deliberate, almost reverent, like he was learning the map of my body one inch at a time. When his lips closed around my nipple, a gasp escaped me, the sensation sharp and sweet. The most exquisite pleasure cut through me in a way I’d never known possible.
His tongue circled the sensitive peak while his hand cupped my other breast, thumb brushing across the nipple in perfect counterpoint to his mouth. I moaned and arched into his touch, hungry for more contact. His stubble scraped gently against my skin as he moved to the other breast, the slight abrasion heightening every sensation.
I closed my eyes, focusing on each touch, not wanting to miss a single moment of this wondrous experience. Rip shifted lower, trailing kisses down my stomach. His hands stroked my sides, careful around my healing ribs, no matter how much I told him I had no pain. The gentleness of his touch contrasted with the intensity of the sensations he created, making me tremble underneath him.
He reached the waistband of my jeans and paused, looking up at me from beneath his lashes. His eyes were dark with desire but clear with question.
I nodded, then remembered what he needed. “Yes,” I said, the word coming out breathless. “Please. I don’t want you to stop.” I raised my hips and fumbled with the button at my waist. He maintained eye contact as he gently brushed away my trembling fingers and undid the button himself. He lowered the zipper with unhurried patience, then slid my jeans down my legs. Soon the denim joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor.
He caressed my thighs, strong hands kneading the muscle there before sliding up to the edge of my underwear. Again, he paused.
Instead of answering his unspoken question, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and slid them down my hips. Rip took over from there, drawing the silky fabric down slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. Once they were gone, he settled between my thighs, his broad shoulders gently pushing my legs farther apart. The position should have made me feel vulnerable, exposed. Instead, I felt wanted, beautiful under his gaze.
His breath was warm against my inner thigh as he pressed a kiss there, then another slightly higher. He worked his way upward with agonizing slowness until finally his mouth found my clit.
The first stroke of his tongue drew a sharp breath from me, the sound surprising both of us. “God, Rip,” I breathed, my hands finding his shoulders, needing something to anchor me.
He growled against me in response, the vibration adding another layer to the sensation. He gripped my thighs, holding me open to him, thumbs occasionally brushing against my inner thighs in teasing counterpoint to his mouth.
There had been times in my life when I’d found a kind of oblivion when Eric wanted to have sex. I’d just… check out. Turn everything off and hope I didn’t wake up until it was over. This wasn’t anything like those times. In fact, never once did I feel the urge to leave the moment. I craved more.
My back arched, and I cried out sharply as he slid two fingers inside my pussy, curling the fingers upward in perfect rhythm with his tongue. I gripped the sheets beneath me, twisting the fabric as tension coiled tighter in my belly. Rip stretched me gently as he continued his relentless attention on my pussy with his mouth.
“Rip,” I gasped, my hips moving of their own accord now, seeking more pressure, more friction. “I need… I need to come.”
He responded by fluttering his tongue over my clit in relentless strokes. His eyes locked with mine from between my thighs, watching me like a predator. The intimacy of his gaze, of being seen so completely in this moment, pushed me over the edge.