Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
She gasps and threads her fingers through my hair. I sweep over the spot with my thumb and tug the fabric down to expose her nipple, covering the tight peak with my mouth. Then I gently suck.
“Oh God.” She rolls her hips, fingers tightening in my hair.
“Do you like that, Ophelia?”
She shivers and nods.
“Should I do it again?”
“Please,” she whispers.
I swirl my tongue around the tight bud and follow with purposeful suction.
Her eyes flutter closed, and a gorgeous moan tumbles from her lips.
I leave open-mouthed kisses on her skin as I move to the other breast.
“You can use teeth,” she murmurs breathlessly.
My eyes flip to hers.
“If you want,” she tacks on, chest heaving with every panted breath.
I kiss her warm skin. “What I want is to make you feel good.”
She shivers and lightly skims my cheek. “Then use teeth, please.”
I bite my way gently over the swell, covering her nipple with my mouth while I thumb the other. This time, when I swirl my tongue, I bite gently.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Fee moans, nails dragging down my scalp.
I shift and settle in the cradle of her hips, my erection pressing against her through layers of fabric.
“Do you want me to touch more of you?” I ask between kisses.
“Please yes.” She runs her hands up and down my back and rolls her hips. “I want your hands on me.”
“Tell me where,” I demand as I kiss her chin and the corner of her mouth.
“Between my thighs.” She bites her lips, cheeks flushed pink.
I roll to the side and squeeze her hip before I slip my hand between her legs. Resting my palm on the inside of her thigh, I coast up until my index finger meets the seam. I sweep my thumb back and forth over the crest of her pubic bone. “Over or under?”
“Is that a trick question?”
I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. "Why would you think that?”
“Under, Mac. Definitely under.”
“Just making sure." I pop the button on her jeans and tug the zipper down, eyes on hers as I dip beneath the waistband of her panties. We’re both breathing heavily, the air electric with anticipation and desire. I slide my hand into her panties and she parts her legs, lip caught between her teeth as I glide over slick skin.
“Oh God.” She swivels her hips.
“I need to make you come again,” I groan. “It’s all I can fucking think about.”
“Me, too.” Her gaze drops to where my hand disappears into her panties. “I couldn’t focus on anything anyone said downstairs.”
“I fucked my hand this morning to the memory of your moans in my ear,” I confess as I circle her clit, applying gentle steady pressure, loving the way her eyes soften. She sighs when I ease a single finger inside her.
I curl, searching for the spot that will make her moan my name.
She gasps and her nails dig into my shoulder.
“Do you like it when I fuck you with my fingers?”
Her eyes flare. “Yes. So much. And your filthy mouth, I like that too. Please don’t stop either.”
“Not until you come for me.” I prop myself on my elbow, changing the angle as I add a second finger. “You feel so good.” I dip down to kiss her. “You’re so soft, so sweet and pretty.” I suck her bottom lip. “I want to feel you clench around my fingers. I want my name a moan on your lips.” I curl my fingers again.
“Oh my God, Mac.”
“That’s it, Fee. That’s what I want to hear. Let’s see if I can make it happen again.” I stroke inside her, thumb circling her clit, and she whimpers my name, a full-body shudder running through her.
And then she clenches around my fingers, body quaking as she comes for me, exactly how I hoped she would.
She melts into the bed, body loose and relaxed. “Wow.” I grin. “Feel good?” I slowly ease my hand out of her panties.
“So much better than good.” She curves her palm around the back of my neck and pulls my mouth to hers. “That was amazing. I don’t think I’ve come that fast…like ever. Not even with the help of my battery-operated friends.”
She pushes me back when I try to fit myself between her legs again. “It’s my turn and I want you on your back.”
I roll over and she straddles my hips, pants still unbuttoned, lush breasts bouncing as she settles her hands on my chest. “Can I touch you now?”
“Yeah.” The single word is all gravel.
She slides up, resting her fabric-covered pussy over my aching cock. Fee leans down, long hair brushing my skin as she kisses me softly. “What do you want me to touch you with, Mac?”
“Your hands, please.”
She grins and bites her lip. “Over or under?”
“Trick question?”
Her eyes spark with mirth. “Only if you want it to be.”