Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
He stalks out of the kitchen, across his living room, and down the hall to a dark room, where he flicks on a lamp with one hand as we cross the threshold. The edge of a mattress hits the backs of my legs as he lays me down, props himself above me, and searches my face. “Still yes?”
I stroke my hands over his strong jaw and tangle my fingers through his beard as I melt under the careful weight of his hips. “Yes.”
CHAPTER 19
BUCK
When I let myself sink further down into the lush curves of Elena’s body, she lifts her hips to meet me, telling me with her body what she already said out loud.
I press my heavy cock against her soft heat, and she moans as she rubs herself against me. The sounds coming from her throat make me even harder, and if I were a younger man with less control, I’d need to be inside her right away.
I do need that, but not before I give her all the pleasure I can.
First, I need to remove my last trace of doubt. “You’re not doing this because you’re scared,” I say quietly when she meets my eyes.
The question beneath the statement is obvious, and she immediately reaches for my face, pulling me closer. “I’m doing this because I want you.”
I slide a hand beneath her bottom, then drag the hard ridge of my erection up her center. I lift and repeat until she’s panting. She digs her fingers into my shoulders as her breath grows more shallow.
I intended to get her wet, but her reactions tell me she’s not only already aroused, but getting close to coming. When I dip my head to graze my teeth over the fabric that covers her chest, still pressing my cock against her pussy, she stiffens and clamps her hands onto my back. Her head tips back as her lips part, and she cries out, a beautiful sound that nearly causes my cock to break through my zipper.
Her body pulses against me as her skin flushes pink. I can’t resist kissing her again, drawing her plump bottom lip between mine and sucking like it’s only the beginning.
When her eyes open, she won’t quite meet mine, but she doesn’t pull away. Her hands rub my back in a distracted way.
I lift off of her just enough to pull her blouse over her head, and she helps me do it. I find so much smooth, creamy skin beneath, some of it spilling over the cups of her bra.
“If I’d known—” She tugs at the bottom edge of her bra, adjusting it to cover the underside of her breasts. “I’d have worn fancier underwear.”
“It’s not your underwear I’m thinking about.” I trace the tip of my finger along the inside edges of the white cotton triangles as her hard nipples poke against the fabric, and my mouth waters.
“Then take it off,” she says with a quiet laugh, and I quickly follow her suggestion and undo the clasp in the back.
When I pull the bra straps from her arms, her gorgeous breasts tumble free, glowing in the dim light. I can only enjoy the stunning view for a second or two before I need to get my mouth on her.
I kiss one of her dusky, rose-colored nipples, then suck it into my mouth, gently at first, then with more pressure. When she moans, I do the same to her other breast, alternating to give them both all the attention they deserve.
The sounds she makes give me feedback, and I keep at the parts she likes, sucking hard, then gently dragging my teeth over the pebbled pink flesh until her breathing grows ragged again and her hands grip me like she never wants to let go.
I press my aching erection between her legs, and she mutters my name among soft curses. I flick my tongue over her nipple, and she cries out, coming a second time that I vow won’t be the last tonight.
This woman’s held herself together for everyone else. I intend to be the man she can fall apart with.
When she comes back to herself, she covers her eyes with the back of her hand. “I can’t believe I did that. Again.” She laughs a little, but it’s not a happy sound. “I’m sorry to get so carried away.”
I wrap my fingers around her wrist, and she lets me pull her hand away. “Don’t you ever apologize for taking pleasure,” I tell her. “Not with me.” My voice comes out more stern than I intend, but I don’t regret it. “You’re fucking gorgeous when you come, and I’m nowhere near done with you.”
Her eyes widen, and she blinks at me, but she needs to hear it. She should never be sorry for taking all the pleasure she can get. Life is too damn short.