Total pages in book: 186
Estimated words: 176552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 883(@200wpm)___ 706(@250wpm)___ 589(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 883(@200wpm)___ 706(@250wpm)___ 589(@300wpm)
I didn’t give her time to decide.
My fingers slid down, hooking into the waistband of her cream shorts. I dragged them down inch by inch with her underwear, exposing skin that made my vision blur. Her head fell back against the pillow, eyes on me.
I trailed kisses down her collarbone, slow and biting. Enough to make her arch into me. I shoved the thin straps of her bra off her shoulders, savoring the way she trembled under each inch of skin I uncovered.
“Rye…” she breathed, my name breaking apart in her throat.
“Shh.” I kissed the top of her breast and unhooked the bra, pulling it off. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Not tonight. Not ever.
Her nipples pebbled from the chill, and I put one into my mouth, sucking slowly, teasing it with my tongue. Her moans cracked, her fingers lacing through my hair and dragging me closer.
I let her—until I was the one in control again, flicking my tongue, then sucking harder. She moaned softly, her grip loosening enough for me to do the other. Her tits truly were perfection, round and filled my hands.
But it wasn’t enough.
I kissed my way lower, across the slope of her ribs, her stomach, every inch of her shaking. Her thighs were already tense around me. Her scent coiled in my head, wrapping around everything. I kissed her just above the navel, then dipped lower. My hands gripping her hips to hold her still as she squirmed.
“Yes…” she whispered, voice wrecked.
I grinned, then looked at my late-night meal.
“Fuck, Sass…” I rasped. I would never get over seeing her like this. She had the smallest, neat triangle of her hair—trimmed, perfect—but the rest of her was smooth as glass.
She tried to close her legs, shy, but I wasn’t letting her hide. I slid my hands up, spreading her wide. My thumbs stroked the insides of her thighs, mouth brushing over soft skin.
I pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. “Want my mouth on you, baby?”
“Yes, please,” she panted.
“You can do better than that. Beg for it, Sass,” urged, voice low.
She froze, just for a breath.
Then her lips parted, her brows pulling together like she wanted to give me what I asked for, but couldn’t. “I… I don’t know how.”
My chest tightened.
Of course, she didn’t. She’d never had this. Ashton couldn’t have pulled this out of her if he tried. He never deserved her softness, or the part of her that burned quietly behind her eyes like a hidden wildfire. I leaned up, my lips brushing hers in reassurance. “Nothing you say could ever be wrong. You just have to be honest.” I looked down, seeing how wet she was, no longer surprised to see she was damn near dripping. Can’t say that didn’t do wonders for my ego.
“You feel it, don’t you? That’s mine. Say it.”
She swallowed, her breath shaky. “It’s yours.”
“Yeah, baby. It is.” I kissed her again, deep and slow, letting her feel what I meant. “You don’t need to be good at this. You just need to want it. And I know you do.”
“I do,” she whispered, voice barely audible. “—I want you.”
“Then say it.” My lips traced the shell of her ear, my hands spreading her thighs wider again, thumb teasing the crease at the top. “Tell me you want my mouth on your pussy.”
“I want your mouth on me,” she whispered.
I didn’t make her wait. I kissed back down her beautiful body, and dragged my tongue over her, slow and deliberate, from her entrance to her clit, tasting her, savoring the way she gasped, the way her back arched off the bed.
“Keep talking to me.” I kissed her inner thigh again, slower this time—just to feel the way her body trembled beneath my mouth. “Tell me what it feels like when I touch you,” I coaxed. “Use your words, Sass.”
“I—Rye…” Her voice shook, hips lifting when my breath fanned across her center. “It feels… so good.”
I hummed encouragingly against her, gripping her thighs in both hands to keep her still as I brought my mouth back to where she needed me most. My tongue dragged over her slowly again, long, deliberate.
“Say that again,” I rasped. “Tell me how it feels.”
Her back arched, breath catching. “You’re driving me crazy…”
“Good,” I growled. “That’s the point.”
I licked her again, harder this time. She gasped, her thighs tightening around my head.
“Don’t stop, give me more,” she demanded, gripping my hair.
My blood turned to fire.
“There she is.”
I sucked her clit between my lips, rolling it with my tongue, savoring every twitch and sound she made. Her taste was addictive. Warm. Sweet. Mine. She tried to stay quiet, biting her lip, but her body betrayed her—hips rolling, her legs trembling around me.
She whimpered, breathy curses slipping through parted lips. “Oh my god, Rye, don’t stop…”
I didn’t.
I was too focused on the task. This was one of the most crucial jobs in my life: making her feel good. As often and as thoroughly as I fucking could.