Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
"A little."
This time, I draw a circle around her nipple. A little softer. Then a little firmer. Firmer.
Until she gasps. "There."
Her eyelids flutter closed as I tease her. I take my time, moving with slow circles, then fast zigzags, back and forth, up and down.
I wait until she finally brings her lips to mine, then I move to her other breast and toy with her again.
She kisses me passionately this time, her lips parting for my tongue, her tongue swirling with mine.
We stay there for a long time. Longer than I can stand. But it feels good to want this badly. It's rare I feel this sort of anticipation. It's rare I have to wait for any sort of satisfaction.
I'm like a chef who's not used to feeling hungry.
It's nice to remember that dull ache in my body. The one that can only be filled by connecting with someone else.
Ivy pulls back, slips off my lap, slides out of her dress. Then her panties.
She kicks off her feet, so she's standing naked in front of me.
She has a gorgeous figure. She's curvier than she looks in her clothes. Even though she's slim, she has round hips and soft thighs.
I want to dive between them.
Usually, this is where I'd bring her to the bed, spread her thighs, taste her. A routine.
"I, um…" She reaches behind her for her purse. Pulls a small foil packet from it. "I'm out of practice with these."
"I can show you." I let a teasing tone drop into my voice. A playfulness. "Or I can handle it."
"That one."
"Soon," I say.
"Soon?" Surprise drops into her voice. She expects to set the terms. And she does.
But this is what she wants. A tease. "You want to draw it out, don't you?"
She nods.
"Come here," I say.
She tosses the condom onto the bed and slips into my lap.
I kiss her hard. I pull her body into mine, so her softness is pressed against my hardness.
The slacks are in the way, but she still gasps as she glides over me.
It feels too good. I won't last.
I'm going to have to go with routine. Some things are classic for a reason.
I tease her here for a moment, then I shift her onto the bed, on her back.
Slowly, I kiss my way down her body, stopping at her breasts, to suck on her nipples.
When I get to her belly button, I slow. I draw it out. Until I'm right where I'm supposed to be.
Then I go to her inner knee. I kiss a line up her thigh, closer and closer.
Until I'm there.
A soft brush of my lips against her. Then one long, slow lick. Because I want to taste her.
She's sweet, wet, ready.
But, still, I draw her out. A few slow strokes. Then firmer. Harder.
I find the spot she needs.
A groan falls from her lips. Her hands find my shoulders. Then my hair. She tugs at me, bucking her hips, falling into this completely.
I work her until she comes.
Her groans fill the room. She gets sweeter, wetter, more ready.
"Fuck." The word falls off her lips as if it's been waiting for them. As if she's remembering some old way of being. Some sense she used to feel all the time. "Take off your clothes."
I tease her. I shift off the bed and stand. Slowly, I undo my tie. "Like this?" I toss the red silk on the bedspread.
"Faster."
"Faster?" I unbutton my suit jacket as slowly as I can.
She watches, her eyes heavy with need. Not sure if she wants to tell me to hurry up or die from anticipation. "Faster." She decides. "Much faster."
I move a little faster as I unbutton my shirt. Then the belt. Shoes. Socks. Slacks.
Her eyes go wide as I push my boxers off my waist.
A lot of guys in my line of work advertise a monster cock. That's their thing. The biggest you'll ever have. For a small fee.
I'm packing a more normal piece of equipment, but, hey, don't knock normal. Most women have normal sized equipment too. That means we fit together well.
Still, Ivy stares. Not at the sheer size of the thing. Though, I suppose, if it's been a while, even a small dick looks like a lot to take. But there's no awe in her eyes.
There's some mix of familiarity and desire.
"You have a pretty, pretty cock." The word is pure sex on her lips. I want her to say it a million times. I want her to purr I want your cock.
"Thank you." I take another deep breath. Find a center. So I'm not too fast. "You're gorgeous."
Her blush spreads to her chest as she reaches for the condom.
I unwrap it and roll it over my cock. Then a little of the lube I keep in my pocket (in a convenient packet form). Just enough to ease the friction.