Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
His gaze drops to my belly and follows lower as each inch is exposed. When the skirt and undies slide across my shins, I lower back down, and they’re peeled off. It’s not the ache of holding a reverse plank that’s made my heart beat faster. It’s the way he’s looking at me like I’m his next meal.
A hunger in his eyes.
The drag of his tongue over his bottom lip.
When he dips in, closing his eyes and taking a deep inhale of me as if I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever smelled, my entire body readies for this man. I don’t have time to think before he kisses my lower lips, causing my head to hit the table again.
I crank one knee up, anchoring my heel to the table, and grab at his hair. His hand flattens over my stomach, and he whispers, “Show me what you like, Nurse.”
CHAPTER 24
AUTUMN
What are words anyway?
Simply letters floating aimlessly around my brain. Instead of helping me form verses and thoughts, they repel each other, keeping me victim to the devastation of how glorious it feels to have Brandon's lips and tongue pressed to my center with the same care he’d use to kiss my mouth. Delicious.
The tip of his tongue swipes through my lips and circles around my clit. Twice. The sensation is so potent that counting is the only thing grounding me to earth at this point. Otherwise, I’d be floating away like those silly little letters, whatever they’re used for.
“I knew you’d be sweeter than my favorite candy.” His thumb presses the button that has me squirming beneath him, and then he adds his tongue, circling my entrance.
“Brandon?” I whisper, pulling at his hair, knowing I can’t hang on much longer.
The heat of his hand returns to my stomach and he lifts his head. “What is it?” The dulcet tones vibrate to my core, causing me to tighten, to stop the rushing of ecstasy that wants to escape.
I look up again, needing to see his eyes, and hope I don’t see judgment lying in them. My chest sinks in relief when I only see acceptance. “It’s been a long time. A really long time.”
A grin that would have me saying yes a million times to anything he wants eases onto his lips. “It’s been a long time for me, too. Do you want to slow things down?”
“No. I just thought you should know.”
“Thanks for sharing, beautiful.” As if the pattern had never been broken, his tongue dips inside and starts to fuck me.
I wriggle, needing more, more, more, and tug at his hair to go faster. Each time I’m tempted to squirm, he keeps me pinned to the table and begins to work in a rhythm. A swipe teases me just as he reenters and starts all over again.
My breathing is ragged, the blood flow loud in my ears, as I relish every second of his mouth on me. “Feels so good.”
His stride doesn’t break, growing stronger and steadier as he takes me like I’m his to own. Overwhelmed by the sensation, the edges of my thoughts dull, as my mind is laser-focused on the string deep inside me that’s begun to unravel. Every lick and flick of his tongue tugs me closer to the cliff ahead.
And when a finger enters me, my toes reach the edge. I cinch my eyes, and despite my desire to hang on, all it takes is him to suck my bud to send me spiraling over. The darkness ahead turns bright and blinding as my body erupts, leaving me uninhibited and trembling to completion.
My body exhausts, and I take my first jagged breath before opening my eyes. Cozy coffee meets the fire of scorched earth as he stares back at me. “Do you know how goddamn magnificent that was to watch? I could feel you coming alive around me.” While the honeyed words speak to my heart, watching him lick his lips is speaking to a whole other part of my body. He kisses me.
There’s no rush in it, only building a bond that ties us together, our tongues languishing in the caress of the other. Pulling myself away from him is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. But when we do, I say, “I want you.” My chest is heavy with wanton breaths. My eyes are locked on his as I wait impatiently for his response.
He stands so fast, bringing me with him. Another UNO card unsticks from my skin, falling behind me when we rush down the hall. Realizing I’m half naked, I pull off my top and jump into bed. I love this bed so much. The softness wraps around me as my head rests into the squish of the pillow.
Brandon grabs condoms from the nightstand and leaves them on top. Pulling his shirt over his head, he drops it without care of where it lands. The white bandaging is a stark reminder that we still need to be careful, even if the meds have made the pain tolerable for him. He pushes down the loose shorts he had changed into when we got home, revealing nothing else underneath them.