Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 115763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
I don’t think she realizes it, but her hips have started moving, grinding against my stomach with her ass teasing the tip of my cock. After dropping a hand to the button at her waist, I make quick work of it and her zipper to give me room to slide my hand inside her pants and her panties. She’s so soaked and slippery that two of my fingers slide into her easily.
Her fingertips have been tracing lines over my chest, but now she plants them firmly, using the leverage to lift her hips so I can finger-fuck her deeper. I suck her nipple, wrapping an arm around her waist to lift her more securely, and move my fingers in and out of her with a curling, stroking motion that seems to set her on fire. I find a rhythm she matches with the faint bucking of her hips, and with every stroke, the base of my palm hits her sensitive clit. The sound of her slickness fills the room, a symphony of her desire that’s only matched by the increasing pace of her breathing.
I can feel her walls quivering, getting closer and closer, and I nip at her breast again. Judging from before, she likes to ride that sharp edge of pain and pleasure, and this time seems the same, because she cries out a breathy “yes” as she arches for more. I bite a little harder, suck a little deeper, but pull my fingers from her to focus my thumb on her clit. I swipe her slickness over her whole mound, coating her in it and knowing that I will lick up every last drop before I’m done with her. When I circle the hard nub again, a shudder instantly shoots through her. Not an orgasm, just a prequel, but I can’t help but preen at her pleasure.
I’m proud to be the man she wants to touch her this way. I want to be the only man who’s ever given this gift again, for the rest of her life. Intimacy is more than sex. I know that. It’s who you trust enough to share your hopes and fears with. It’s who you want at your side through every moment, big and small. It’s a connection felt in the soul. And for me, that’s Penny. I want to be that for her too.
But my mind has become nothing more than a driving beat of primal urges where poetic words are a foreign concept.
I want Penny’s orgasm. For her, of course, but also, selfishly, for me.
As I move my fingers faster over her clit, she wraps an arm around my neck, holding me to her so tightly that I might suffocate, but if I took my last breath while making her come, I would die a happy man, that’s for damn sure. I feel her whole body go tight and freeze, right on the edge, then I nip at her breast once more.
She explodes, her whole body spasming wildly. I dip my fingers down to her entrance, spreading her cum up to her clit, over and over, to prolong her pleasure while she rides my hand spastically. As she finishes and releases her hold on my head, I rumble, “Good girl. Now, get up here so I can taste it.”
“What?” she utters, spent.
But I’m just getting started. I help her stand for a moment, shoving her pants and soaked panties off, and she gets with the program, toeing off her tennis shoes until she’s naked before me. With a hungry eagerness, I slide to the floor, my back against the couch, and gesture her over. Standing over me, she steps her feet out, straddling my legs, and I lick my lips as her pussy comes closer.
“I already—”
I chuckle darkly, tracing the heart tattoo on her hip. “Once. You think that’s enough? No fucking way, Pen.”
Using my thumbs, I spread her lips to reveal her sweet little clit. An evil smile ghosts across my mouth. I can’t wait to taste her. But I glance up, meeting her eyes. “Watch me. Don’t close your eyes.”
She bites her lip uncertainly, but nods.
My first lick of her is like coming home, and my cock surges painfully in my sweats, demanding attention. But it’ll have to wait. I want at least one more orgasm from Penny first. I tease my tongue over her clit, dipping down to her entrance, and then back up to circle her clit.
“I can’t . . . I don’t think I can . . . It’s too much . . .” she gasps, her mind arguing but her body complying, bucking against my mouth desperately, demanding more.
I spread her lips wide with one hand so I can suck her clit into my mouth, where I flutter my tongue over it. At the same time, I fill her with two fingers from my other hand, curling them to pet the spot that quickly has her moaning my name.