Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 53466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
She kisses me back, arching up and into me as her soft tongue meets mine. Control lost, I grind my hips against hers, my cock hard and demanding relief. The bed, a pullout without the ability to support our weight and motions, begins to creak, sounding like the mattress might go crashing down with the next thrust of my lower body.
I groan and break the kiss. “We need to move this into your bed before we end up on the floor.”
She licks at the moisture on her lips and nods. “Works for me.”
I push myself up and off the flimsy mattress and hold out my hand, pulling her up and getting my first glimpse of her naked body. Summer is toned from her workouts at the gym, but she has soft, cushiony curves I adore, with full breasts and generous hips she has no problem embracing. The urge to run my hands over those curves is strong, but the desire to be skin to skin with her again is greater.
I lead her toward the bedroom, and while she crawls onto the bed, I strip off my boxer briefs, my erection springing free at last. A glance at the bed and I see Summer, her pale, beautiful body waiting for me, her dusky nipples pulled into tight peaks, her pussy trimmed and slick with desire.
I’ve been waiting for this moment, not wanting to admit to myself just how badly I desire her. But I am here, and I am not capable of pulling back.
I climb onto the mattress beside her. “I want to lick every delectable inch of you.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” she asks, her voice husky and desire-laden.
Planning to start at the top and work my way down, I cup her breast in my hand and draw one nipple into my mouth, pulling on the tight peak. She tastes sweet, like candy, and I lave, suckle, and tongue until she is writhing with need, her hips bucking upward with every drag of my tongue. I spend a long while on one nipple before moving on and sliding my mouth to the other breast. I hold the heavy mound in my hand as I treat it to the same sensual assault.
Only when she is desperate for more do I lick my way down the center of her chest, past her rib cage, and down to her belly button, tangling my tongue in the piercing there before heading lower still.
Grasping her thighs, I pull her legs apart and settle between them. I glance up, our gazes meet, and a rush of heat sweeps through me at the look of anticipation in her expression and the yearning in her eyes. My cock throbs against the mattress, but I am determined to watch her come at least once before I lose myself inside her.
I slide my fingers over her damp folds and part her sex, the little bud of her clit peeking out at me. With a rough groan, I dip my head and slick my tongue over her sex.
She shudders at the first swipe. And when I settle in and tease her with my lips and tongue, alternating feather-light touches and harder nibbles with gentle grazes of my teeth, she begins to chant my name and try to grab on to the bedding with her hands, unable to find anything to hold on to and ground her.
I keep up my assault, taking her to the brink once, twice, then a third time, letting the waves of desire subside without allowing her to find release.
She grabs my hair and moans. “Ben, please, please, please. I need to come.”
And I am ready to let her.
I tease her clit with my tongue, this time with deliberate pressure, as I slide a finger inside her at last, curling it upward and finding that spongy place I hope will bring her over the edge—and it works.
She pulls at my hair and cries out, bucking her hips as I hold her in place with my free hand, guiding her through her orgasm with the hard press of my tongue. As she comes down, I lift my head and glance at her face. Cheeks flushed, eyelids closed, her body trembling.
It is a glorious sight. She quakes with the aftershocks of her orgasm as I raise myself over her, my cock gliding over her still-sensitive sex.
I guide myself to her entrance and still, cursing inside my head. “Condoms. I think I have some in my travel bag.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” she asks, eyes glittering with renewed need.
I push off her and head for the other room before returning with two condoms in hand. I quickly sheath myself, rejoining her on the bed and sliding between her legs.
I cup my hand around my shaft and notch the head of my cock at the entrance of her slick pussy.