Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
“We didn’t eat,” I say as we tumble into his apartment.
“You’re right,” he says. “I’m going to have to feast on you.”
He has such a dirty mouth, but it’s never too much. He always knows exactly what to say when.
He catches my wrist as I walk by him, and he pulls me back to him. “Take off your jeans,” he hisses. “Right now. I want to see you in nothing but that white T-shirt that’s been driving me wild all night.”
I glance down at my plain white tee. “This?” I pull at it. His eyes flare, like I’m in crotchless panties and pasties. I shift from foot to foot under his gaze and get an idea. If he likes the T-shirt, he’s going to like it a lot more if I deaccessorize.
“I’ll meet you in the bedroom,” I say, cocking my head in a way that says, Please, I’ll make it worth your while.
He holds my gaze, starts to undo the buttons of his shirt, then backs toward the bedroom.
Working quickly, I pull down my jeans, slip off my panties, then unsnap my bra and pull it off while keeping my T-shirt on. The T-shirt is fairly long, and if I were wearing panties, it wouldn’t show them.
I scamper across the living space and into the bedroom. Hunter’s on the bed, naked. Just how I wanted him.
“Hey,” I say, leaning against the doorframe, the T-shirt riding up. I’m not sure if he can see I’m not wearing panties, but he’s craning his neck trying to figure it out.
He’s left his clothes strewn on the floor, clearly eager to be naked as soon as possible. I spin around so I have my back to him and, keeping my legs straight, I bend to pick up his shirt. “Honey, you dropped something.” The cool air against my pussy tells me he can definitely see everything now.
“Fuck, Lucy,” Hunter spits. “That T-shirt should be illegal.”
I straighten and turn back to face him. “This?” I say, circling my hard nipple. He groans and fists his cock. “I don’t wear it very often because you can see right through it.”
“Fuuuck!” He grabs me by the waist and pulls me onto the bed. He starts to climb over me, but I sit.
I wag my finger at him. When he pauses, I gather the edges of the front of my shirt and tie them in a knot. All the extra fabric has disappeared so that it fits snugly over my breasts. Instantly he’s on top of me, pressing me down, taking my nipple in his mouth through the cotton. The fabric is a barrier between me and Hunter’s tongue. If anything, it should reduce the sensations, but instead, they’re intensified. He grazes his teeth over the hard nubs, and I arch my back. It’s almost overwhelming, feeling him want me like this. He works his mouth, his tongue, his teeth, and I can do nothing but thread my hands through his silky hair. I’m so wet, I must be dripping onto the sheets. I’ve never felt so sexy, so wanton, so seductive. My orgasm stirs at the core of me, but I don’t want to come like this. I want to stay right here for a little longer.
I shift and Hunter moves away. Gently, I push him onto his back and straddle him. He reaches behind him for a condom, and I take the packet from him, but I don’t open it right away. I tuck it under the sheet. For now, I’m enjoying the teasing . . . the moments before the moment.
I slide my soaked pussy down his cock, not taking my eyes from him. But he’s not looking at me. He’s looking at two wet patches of T-shirt sticking to my erect nipples.
“Fuck, Lucy. I’m never going to forget this visual for as long as I live.”
I flick my hips back and forward, teasing the length of his cock. I could come like this. My entire body is vibrating. Every sense is heightened, every need is merciless, every desire is urgent.
“You’re so totally wet.”
“You feel that?” I tip my head back. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so wet. Even more than last time with you.”
He groans underneath me. I’ve never been chatty in bed. But he makes me feel so desired that it unleashes something in me. He makes me feel like I could say anything in my head and he’d only want me more.
“I do that to you,” he growls.
I nod. “Yeah. You.” I lift my chin. No one else. No one ever.
“Fuuuck,” he growls, and he grabs the condom packet and rips it open.
My entire body is shaking. I don’t think I could get a condom on him if I tried. I watch as he rolls it on and then grasps his cock at the base. We lock eyes and an understanding passes between us: This is sex. It’s really good sex. But it’s something more too. I’ve never felt so comfortable, so connected, so completely as one with another person.