Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“Why don’t you sit down?” I whisper in her ear before running my tongue over the lobe and making her shudder and moan. Once the dress is in a puddle around her ankles, she steps out of it, leaving her in nothing more than lacy panties and a bra I remember buying for her at the store. At the time, I couldn’t have imagined how her generous breasts would fill the cups, almost spilling over, begging for me to bury my face between them. Or to slide my cock back and forth while she holds out her tongue to lick me.
Slow down. If I keep thinking along those lines, I’ll end up coming in my pants.
Instead of indulging myself in her lusciousness, I take a step back before I begin the process of removing my own clothes. Her chest heaves with every ragged breath, and unless my eyes deceive me, she’s rubbing her thighs together. Is she aware of it? Or is her body merely fighting for a measure of relief?
I hold her gaze as I remove my jacket and lay it across the foot of the bed. Then I slowly work my shirt out from the waistband of my slacks and begin unbuttoning it—slowly, so slowly, teasing her, building her anticipation with every button I pop. She’s seen me naked before, but this is different, and I know it is. Because now she’s looking at me through the haze of lust. Now she’s anticipating my body on top of hers, against hers.
Finally, I remove the shirt and kick off my shoes before loosening my belt. She breaks eye contact in favor of staring down at the bulge so very obviously jutting its way out in front of me. Her interest only makes me move slower, even though it’s killing me. Let her wait. Let her imagine what my erect cock looks like and how I’ll wreck her with it once I’m inside her. I unbutton the waist, then unzip, allowing the pants to fall so only my boxers stand in the way.
She bites her lip when I run my palm over my covered length, her throat working when she swallows what’s pooling in her mouth. A mouth I can’t wait to fuck, to fill. There’s a wet spot on the front of my underwear by the time I take the waistband and lower them, springing free for her inspection. Her eyes widen, her nostrils flare, and I can smell her arousal in the air. That sweet, musky scent drawing me in as she drips with excitement. I’ve tasted her already, and I haven’t been able to forget her unique flavor, one which I now need to coat my tongue.
And so I step up in front of her and gently but firmly lower her to the bed until she is on her back, her feet on the floor. Her short, ragged breaths convey both her excitement and her nervousness. “Don’t worry,” I whisper, running my lips over her inner thighs until she squirms. “By the time I’m finished, you’ll be begging me to fuck you. But first, I want to make sure you’re ready.”
I pull away the panties blocking my view of her slick lips, gratified to find her sopping wet, her moisture having soaked into the lacy fabric. I hold it to my nose and inhale deeply, aware of the fact she’s watching. She sighs softly, sweetly, but there’s something under it I can’t ignore. Hunger. Need.
A need I’m going to happily fill. I take her feet and place them on my shoulders, then nudge her thighs farther apart until her knees fall to the sides and bare all of her to me.
“So pretty,” I whisper, running a thumb along her slit, watching in fascination as even more glistening juice drips from her. I catch it on my thumb, then raise it to my lips, sucking it clean. All that does is add fuel to the fire. It’s not enough. I doubt it ever will be.
But I tease her some more, and myself in the process, by trailing my tongue along the outside of her lips, in the incredibly smooth crease between them and her thighs. She bucks and writhes, moaning helplessly, gripping the sheets in both hands and twisting them. Her heels dig into my shoulders, and I welcome the pressure, knowing everything I do now will only pay off when she unravels around me. And all the while, I inhale her scent, allowing it to drive me wild just as I’m driving her wild.
And when I finally trace her shining slit with my tongue, her sharp gasp makes precum drip from my tip. She’s on fire, already close to exploding, but I ease my way into it, though it would be so easy to make her come until her eyes rolled back right this very moment. No. Instead, I lick her slowly, deliberately, drawing one moan after another from deep in her chest, seemingly from down in her toes. Animal grunts, sounds I’ve never heard from her before. Or from any woman, for that matter. And I haven’t yet dipped deeper, haven’t breached her lips to reach her shining, pink flesh.