Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 147545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Tor says I was made for him, but he was made for me, too.
I smile at him now as he brings over a tray of snacks, setting it on the bed, then climbing on with me.
“I can’t believe we’re having movie night at the Woodworth Library,” I say, shaking my head. “This is sacrilegious.”
Tor pushes me back on the bed, leaning down to kiss me, then presses a chocolate-covered strawberry against my lips. “You still wearing those panties is sacrilegious. Bite.”
I feel a thrill low in my belly at being told what to do. I hold his gaze as I wrap my lips around the candy-coated fruit and do as he says.
“That’s right, baby. Wrap those perfect lips around it.”
My heart skitters. I chew the first bit of strawberry, then I sink my teeth into the rest, causing juice to leak out around my lips.
Tor leans down, cradling my face and kissing the corner of my mouth. He licks the sweetness off my lower lip, then kisses me more deeply, the sweetness mixing with the taste of him.
He leans back and brings his fingers to my lips. “Suck me clean.”
I do, maintaining eye contact the way I know he likes as I suck his fingers.
He sighs, watching me like I’m a treasure he can’t even conceive of. “Look at you, doing such a good job with that perfect fucking mouth.”
My heart twists and soars, fluttering in places it shouldn’t even be in my body.
“You better stop looking so fucking pretty or we’re never going to get this movie started,” he tells me, drawing his fingers out of my mouth.
I break into a helpless smile at my little taste of praise date. “Is it any wonder I’m obsessed with you?” I ask, mirroring a question he’s asked me before.
He smirks, leaning in to kiss me. Then he murmurs against my lips, “You better be.”
He finally stops touching and kissing me long enough to get the movie started, but then he curls up behind me on the bed, and his arm wraps around my waist.
It doesn’t stay put. Before the movie even starts playing, he starts playing with my tits through my clothing—touching me, teasing me, and brushing his thumb across my nipples.
I’m so relaxed, and it’s not until he drags down my panties that it occurs to me to ask, “Aren’t there cameras in this library?”
“Yes,” he murmurs, kissing my neck. “But not in this area.”
Once my panties are off, he leaves his spot behind me, dragging me onto my back and pushing my thighs apart. My fingers sink into his hair, my head thrown back as his mouth latches onto my pussy.
His tongue delves inside me, dragging hotly along every nerve ending, then he focuses on my clit. A breath rushes out of me and my eyes open, and as I look up at the mural painted across the ceiling, I remember where we are. I’ve had a lot of surreal experiences since meeting Tor, but having my pussy eaten in the library at Calhoun University might take the cake.
He makes me come, clutching desperately at the bedsheets. He keeps feasting until I have to curl away from him, the stimulation of his tongue too much. My body is relaxed now, and I melt back into him as he takes his place behind me on the bed.
I smile softly at the screen as Inigo Montoya first crosses paths with The Dread Pirate Roberts. I told Tor that when I was younger, I loved The Princess Bride so much, I would watch it every night, so of course that’s the one he picked for our forbidden movie night.
I munch on some popcorn while we cuddle and watch the movie. “When I was a kid, the rodents of unusual size made me very uncomfortable,” I tell him.
“I can imagine,” he says, reaching over to grab some popcorn.
“I want to watch this with our kids someday, but I don’t want to freak them out.”
“Eh, they’ll be okay. If we think one of them will be too squeamish, we’ll send them to get candy during that part.”
I crack a smile. “Always thinking on your feet.”
“How many kids do we want?”
I laugh briefly at the way he worded it. “We may have different answers. I know how many I want. How many do you want?”
“However many you want is good for me. I don’t have a number.”
“What if I want ten?” I ask.
“Then we’re gonna need a bus.”
“What if I want none?”
He holds me a little tighter. “Then I get you all to myself.”
I smile softly, imagining a little half me, half him human to raise. Sounds like a challenge, but we’re not afraid of those. “I’d like two. I think two is a good number, though I do hope not at the same time. I know you’re a twin, but two of you at once feels like potentially a lot to handle.”