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)
He bends to press a kiss to the inside of my knee. “You’re so sexy.”
“Thanks. So are you,” I whisper.
He smooths his hands up the inside of my legs, lips following the same path. He presses one just below my navel, then leans back and slides his thumbs under the elastic at my waist. “I want to see all of you, Ophelia.”
I shiver at the hot look in his eyes and the gravel in his voice and lift my hips again in silent assent.
He pulls them down my thighs, tossing them aside and still my socks remain.
“Do you have a foot aversion?”
He shakes his head.
“Fetish?” I press.
He lifts my right leg and kisses my ankle. “I don’t want your feet to get cold, and you always wear cute socks.” He kisses his way up the inside of my calf to my knee, then switches to my other leg, eyes darkening as he locks on my sex.
“Do we need a cute name for your vagina?” He moves past my knee, biting softly. “Like ‘precious.’”
“Not ‘precious’!” I laugh. “We can’t steal that from our friends no matter how much I love LoTR.”
“Hmm.” He sucks the skin and I sigh. “How about honey pot?”
I laugh and he grins but continues kissing a path along the inside of my thigh.
“What’s wrong with pussy?” My stomach tightens as he draws closer to where I ache the most. “They’re cute and soft.”
“But they’re furry and you’re pretty and pink and bare, like a peach.” He settles a palm on the inside of my thighs. “Maybe you’re sweet like one, too.” He grazes my clit with his knuckle, and I suck in a breath.
“Does that feel good?”
“So good,” I breathe.
“Would you like more?” He stretches out between my legs, cheek resting on the inside of my left thigh.
“Yes, please.” Every muscle below the waist tightens in expectation.
His tongue pokes his top lip as he gently circles my clit with his thumb, then brings it to his lips. His eyes flutter closed on a low hum. He bites the inside of my thigh, fingers tightening on my hip for a moment before his mouth is on me. I gasp as his tongue sweeps over my sex and he laps at me on a deep groan.
“Ah fuck.” He slides his arms under me and loops them around my thighs, holding me to his mouth as he licks me again.
I moan and shove my hands in his hair.
His eyes flip to mine. “Too much?”
“No.” I shake my head fervently. “So good.”
His lip curls. “Should I do it again, Ophelia?”
I shiver at his deep needy tone. “Yes, please.”
He laps at me gently. Then parts me with his fingers to expose my clit. “So pretty,” he murmurs, brushing his lips back and forth over the engorged flesh before he captures it and sucks softly. “So sweet, just like I knew you’d be.”
“Oh God.” I don’t think Mac realizes how hot it is to have this giant of a man with his face between my thighs, telling me I’m sweet and pretty.
He settles, laving me, learning me, fucking me with his fingers, his focus singular. He makes feral sounds as he licks and sucks, eyes alight with primal satisfaction when I come, and still he keeps going, pushing me over the edge again.
I yank on his hair. “Mac, please.”
He detaches, looking hopeful. “One more?”
“I’m too sensitive.”
The furrow in his brow almost makes me reconsider.
“But maybe later?” I offer.
“Okay.” He rests his cheek against my inner thigh as he eases his fingers out and shoves them in his mouth, sucking them clean. He licks the outside of my vulva, careful to avoid the most sensitive parts, then pulls himself up, his erection skimming my thigh on the way.
He lies beside me, sliding an arm under me and pulling me close. “I’m gonna want to do that a lot, so when it’s too much, you’ll have to tell me.”
I run my fingers up and down his biceps. “I can do that, but I also sincerely appreciate your dedication to making me come in various, spectacular ways.”
“You’d consider those orgasms spectacular?” His face lights up with animalistic pride.
“Top tier.”
He kisses me and we press against each other, his erection trapped between our bodies. He hooks my leg over his hip and trails his fingers along my thigh and up my side, back to being tender and sweet.
He’s all for me. I’m the only one who gets to have these experiences with him.
“What are you thinking?” he asks softly.
“That I’m lucky. That I get to see these sides of you no one else does.” I run my fingers through his hair. “I like that we’re discovering each other slowly and taking our time. You make me feel special.”
His smile is soft and warm. “That’s because you are.”
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