Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 103621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
The way she gasps as I trace each swollen petal, her hips bucking forward as I go deeper, driving my stiff tongue into the core of her sweetness. The way she trembles, moaning my name as she gets closer to the edge. The way she grips my head, holding on tight as I drag her more fully on top of me, until her weight is bearing down on my mouth, my teeth, hopefully making the friction even more intense.
Because I wasn’t lying when I said I needed to eat her until she drowned me. I need her pleasure like I need air, and I’ve been dreaming about the taste of her come since she exploded on my tongue last night.
“Oh God, oh God, Grammercy. God!” Her voice breaks as she tightens her grip in my hair until it almost hurts.
I groan into her slick skin, welcoming the hint of pain, urging her on, assuring her I’m here for every second of this.
Every fucking second.
My girl is riding my mouth like she owns it, now, shameless and wild as she sucks in sharp gasps through her teeth. The gasps become my name, then an almost pitiful cry for mercy. I wait until the rocking of her hips grows frantic, erratic, until she’s so damned close. Then, just as she cries my name again, I pump two fingers deep, curling them against her inner walls as I grind my mouth into her clit.
Her head falls back as she clings to my skull, pinning me to her throbbing sex as she drenches me.
And God, I love it. Love how she comes apart on my mouth, how her taste fills my head and drowns every thought but more. More of this. More of her. I stay right there, groaning into her, savoring every pulse of her release, every helpless twitch of her thighs.
This is fucking heaven—making her lose control, showing her with every stroke of my tongue that there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
As her orgasm begins to abate, I pull my fingers from inside her, replacing them with my tongue, drinking her down like she’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.
Because she is.
Always will be.
“Grammercy,” she pants after a long beat. “God, baby, that was so good.”
“Only good things for you, beautiful,” I promise, my voice rough as I press a final kiss to her still trembling thigh, and stand, jerking open the close of my pants. “Now, take that dress off, chère. I need your skin on mine so fucking bad.”
Nodding fast and loose in agreement, she rises on shaky legs, disposing of the rest of her clothes as I send my pants and boxers to the floor.
Then we’re back in each other’s arms, tongues exploring with more control this time, but no less need. The hunger for each other simmers beneath every touch, every caress. It rises higher as I cup her breast, rolling her nipple until she whimpers against my mouth, and my cock is leaking against her hip.
“Let me get a condom, chère,” I murmur, knowing I’m not going to last much longer. My control is about to snap and snap hard.
I need to be balls deep in her too fucking much.
“No, no condom,” she mumbles against my lips as we kiss our way onto the bed. “I still have my IUD, and I need to feel your skin. To know you’re feeling me. I need it so bad, Grammercy. And hard, please hard.”
She rolls over beneath me, arching her back until the base of her spine drags up my swollen cock, and her pussy is in the perfect position. Her hand reaches back, gripping the side of my hip, her nails digging into my skin as she pulls me closer, and my ability to think of anything but giving her the hard, skin-on-skin fucking she’s begging for is seriously compromised.
Still, I force myself to grit out, “You’re sure? I’m clean, but I—”
“Sure,” she cuts in, nudging back against me again. “Please, baby. Please. Inside me. Now.”
I groan, my cock jerking against her ass, demanding I obey my woman’s orders. Right fucking now. I reach down, guiding my almost painfully swollen head through her soaked folds, breath catching at the way her pussy pulses against me, clearly primed for more.
For me.
“Fuck, Elly, so good,” I grit out, gripping her hip hard with one hand while I line myself up. “You feel so good, chère. So good, so…”
I devolve into more filthy French as I nudge in the first inch, because the cliché is real.
Everything sensual is better said—and done—in French.
So, as I sink into my girl in one slow, deliberate thrust, I tell her in my first language that her body is a paradise and her pussy is heaven, and I love being inside her more than anything on earth. Her still pulsing walls swallow me whole, fluttering around me as I begin to stroke in and out, hands coming to palm her breasts as I set a swift, but gentle rhythm.