Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 126682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
“You smell good.” His tone turns sinful. “And ready for me.”
He brushes his palms up my calves and over the insides of my thighs, all the while watching me as he gets closer to my core. Instead of touching me where I need it the most, he spreads my legs wide open and hooks my ankles over his shoulders. I lean back on my elbows, the first flutter of pleasure contracting my belly when he lowers his head between my thighs and blows hot air over my soaked folds.
“Want to celebrate?” he asks in a deep, husky timbre, the words reverberating over my swollen clit. “Then let’s celebrate.”
When he licks my opening from the bottom to the top, my back arches off the desktop. I’m vaguely aware we’re not alone in the club, that there are people outside the door, but the office is soundproof, and no one will dare to walk in.
I swallow a moan when he sucks my clit into his mouth before biting down lightly. He licks away the sting and parts me with his tongue. I cry out at the intrusion, but it’s not enough. I need him to fill me.
“More,” I say, my whisper breathless.
But my husband is not to be rushed. Pulling away, he flattens his palm over my stomach. “This is still my favorite part of you.”
I tangle my fingers in his hair, trying to move his head back between my legs, but he traces the silver scar on my pelvis with a fingertip while pouring all his attention into studying it. When he’s had his fill, he presses a kiss on that spot.
I lie back, my neck no longer able to support my head. “Sav.”
“I know what you need.” He slides a finger inside me. “Is this enough?”
Moving my head from side to side, I moan in frustration. He knows I need his cock.
“How about this?” he asks, using two fingers.
The stretch wakes nerve endings, making me spiral a little more out of control.
“You want to celebrate, darling?” he asks, tormenting me. “Then we’ll do it properly.”
He yanks the cups of my bra down, letting my curves spill over. Yes. I want his mouth there too. He takes the champagne that stands on the other side of the desk and takes a swig, drinking straight from the bottle. With my ankles that are still draped over his shoulders, he folds my body double as he bends over me for a kiss.
When I open my lips to seek his tongue, the liquid that rushes into my mouth catches me by surprise. The bubbly alcohol leaves a delicious tartness in my mouth that mixes with the yeasty taste of champagne on his breath. The expensive flavor mixes in our kiss, creating an intoxicating cocktail. He feeds me little champagne kisses until I’m heady and high on lust, craving release.
“Sav, please.”
“I’m not done with you, tesoro.”
He tips the bottle over my torso, splashing my naked breasts with the ice-cold liquid. I utter a shriek. My nipples contract, and goosebumps break out over my skin. The complaint dies on my lips when he closes his hot mouth around a cold nipple and flicks his tongue over the tip. My belly contracts, the sensations he evokes traveling straight to my core. I’m even wetter than before, the evidence of my arousal slick on my thighs.
Saverio abandons one breast for the other, lavishing it with the same attention and a bite that makes me yelp. The vise of his teeth around my extended nipple is like the bite an animal gives when overcome with its own pleasure. Our neighbor’s cat once bit me in the calve when I caressed him. It was like a strange kind of love bite, as if sinking his teeth into me wasn’t out of malice or self-defense but simply irresistible. That’s what it feels like when Saverio clamps down hard enough to provoke a sting. My instinct should warn me to pull back. Instead, I lift into the touch, offering myself for wherever that irresistible, uncontrollable urge drives him, and it’s to bring the neck of the bottle to my pussy.
“Sav, what are you—”
The smooth rim parts my folds. The narrow end of the neck slips effortlessly through my slickness. I lie perfectly still, not entirely sure where he’s taking this. My heart thrums between my ribs, my pulse keeping time in my temples. He wiggles the bottle, twisting it from side to side, and splits me open until the stretch of my pussy lips is almost too much.
“I want to drink straight from your pussy,” he says, carefully pulling out before pushing back.
He shoves first one leg and then the other off his shoulders. Gripping my left knee, he pushes it backward until my upper thigh rests on my stomach and I’m folded double with all my private parts on display.