Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 108768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
“I want you to fuck me.”
Groaning, he placed his hands to his pants. “I can see how wet you are from here.”
“Then, come lick it away.”
The line of his jaw twitched as if he took that as a challenge.
Slowly, his hands unbuttoned those pants.
So slow, it was both tantalizing and torturous.
When he finally pulled his pants off along with those blue boxer briefs, the women released a collective gasp and I damn near exploded.
Fuck.
The pants and briefs fell to the floor.
He stepped out of them.
I gazed at those powerful thighs and then planted my view on his big, long cock as it sat on those cushioned balls and began to rise. A thick vein snaked along the length, pulsing.
My mouth watered, and my insides melted.
Right when I thought he was coming to me, he went over to the tray of toys and picked up the long blue ostrich feather.
I parted my lips.
Then, he went to the next tray and grabbed an open bottle of champagne.
Twisting the feather in his hand, he prowled towards me. His raised cock bobbed against his sculpted abs with every step he took, hard and straining, begging for attention.
What is he going to do with that feather?
Entranced, my gaze followed the feather’s movement.
It was captivating how the light played off the fine, silky strands.
With one turn, the feather shifted to shades of deep turquoise.
With another turn, it was sapphire.
Lei got closer to me and twisted the feather again, transforming the wispy strands to the deepest tones of indigo.
My breath hitched as he stopped barely two inches away.
And it was odd, but with all of his clothes off. . .he smelled differently.
Was it the true scent of his skin?
Or was it the fragrance of his arousal?
I inhaled, breathing in this deep, earthy musk. It reminded me of the forest after a rainstorm, underpinned by a subtle hint of sandalwood.
My heart fluttered.
Then, lingering just beneath these more robust scents was a touch of spice.
Was it cinnamon or clove?
I didn’t know, I just yearned to taste him.
Lei raised the champagne bottle above me.
A mischievous tone coated his voice. “Open your mouth.”
I tilted my head back and parted my lips slightly.
As he tipped the bottle, the liquid gold of the champagne cascaded into my mouth and wet my lips.
Mmmm.
I swallowed and groaned.
The liquid was a symphony of flavors. Each sweet bubble carried its own note—ripe fruits, oak, and honey harvested at the peak of summer.
Never had I tasted something so good.
This champagne wasn’t just a drink; it was a love story about aged elegance, a tale spun from grapes bathed in sunlit vineyards.
Lei took a long swig of the champagne too and then gave me a little more.
Sooooo gooood.
I gulped it down as he poured.
Some of the champagne missed its mark, spilling onto my chin, neck, and chest. Cool liquid trailed down my breasts, leaving a tingling chill along my nipples.
Goosebumps prickled across my skin.
Lei gazed at my wet breasts and set the bottle down. “I made a mess.”
“You did.”
His eyes followed the bubbly liquid as it traced a glistening path down my body. “I’ll have to clean it up.”
So horny, I whispered. “With your tongue.”
He lifted his view to me. “What other way would I clean it?”
A dark chuckle left me. “Exactly.”
On my right breast, a gleaming drop hung from my nipples, threatening to fall onto the carpet.
The cellist took control of the orchestra’s melody while all the other instruments slowed and lowered. The deep, resonant sounds of the cello were tender and soothing.
Lei leaned forward and licked the drop away.
My body hummed with lust.
He raised his head and shifted his licking to cleaning up all the drops of champagne from my chin and neck.
His tongue was warm and soft.
A gasp escaped my lips.
Next, he traveled downwards. His tongue slipped a wet path down to each breast.
Desire vibrated through me. “Oh.”
His mouth met my breasts, capturing all lingering droplets.
Groaning, he looked at me and licked his lips. “I thought the champagne was good from the bottle, but on your skin, it’s delicious.”
“Then, that’s the only way you should drink it from now on.”
His gaze heated. “My thoughts exactly.”
Most of the orchestra rested as the flute took over. His notes were playful and whimsical, dancing through the air.
Lei watched me. “I have a lot of fun with you.”
The taste of the champagne, sweet and expensive, lingered on my tongue. I felt giddy and reborn. “I have fun with you too.”
Lei twisted that feather in his hand. “With you, everything feels. . .genuine. Real. Perfect.”
“And with you. . .” I shivered. “It feels like. . .a dream, one that I never want to wake up from.”
He curled his lips into a smile and placed the feather between us. “Then, let’s not wake up. Maybe. . .we just stay right here for the rest of our lives.”