Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 89763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
“Turn around, sweetheart. Let me get a look at that dress.”
She starts to obey but pauses before she shifts. “I like this dress a lot, Asterion. Don’t cut it off me.” She doesn’t wait for a response before she twists to present me with her back. Again, I marvel at the way the straps crisscross her light-brown skin. She’s like my very own piece of art. A present I can unwrap at my leisure.
I trace my fingers lightly along the straps, enjoying the way she shivers in response. She’s given me several gifts today already. I want to do my best to return them. I’m not made for softness, but I am made for her. I have to trust that I can give her what she needs.
“Stand up.” I don’t wait for her to do as I ask; I grip her hips and lift her to her feet. This is better. When she stands like this, I have her back even with my face. I gently tug at the delicate little bow until it unravels, baring the small of her back. I lean forward and press an open-mouthed kiss to the newly revealed spot.
And then I slowly undo the laces, following the path with my mouth. Ariadne whimpers and shakes, but she doesn’t move from that spot until the last bit comes free and the dress flutters down around her body, leaving her gloriously naked. I palm her big ass and set my teeth against the curve. She squeaks, which just makes me do it again. I like that I make her this kind of nervous. As if she’s not quite sure what I’ll do next, but she still trusts me implicitly.
“Spread your legs, sweetheart.” I barely wait for her to do as I say before I delve my finger between her legs and press into her. She’s even wetter than before. It makes my spent cock twitch with need, but it’ll still be a few minutes before I can fulfill that promise.
And we have nowhere to be.
I still can’t quite believe it. There’s a part of me that wants to rush this, to grab every bit of pleasure with Ariadne before something happens to stop us in our tracks. But she’s here, in my apartment, and we locked the door to the outside.
I nudge her forward and slip down to sit on the floor. She moves easily as I guide her to turn to face me and lift one knee up to the edge of the couch. It puts her pussy within kissing distance, which is all I’ve ever wanted. I lean forward and drag my tongue up her center. Her pussy blossoms for me. There’s no other way to describe it. She’s so soft and perfect against my tongue, and it gets even better when she starts shifting restlessly. I really thought it would take me several minutes to recover from that last orgasm? I’m a fool. It feels like I’ll always be ready for her.
I turn my head and gently bite the scar on her thigh. “Ride my face, sweetheart. Take what you need.”
She stills as if she’s about to protest. I shift back to prop my neck on the edge of the couch, giving myself up to her. The sweet vulnerability on her face slowly melts away, replaced by need. For me.
Ariadne shifts closer and then her pussy is against my mouth. I kiss her thoroughly, giving myself over to the rolling motion of her hips grinding against the flat of my tongue. And then her hands are in my hair, guiding me right to her clit even as she keeps fucking my face. Her moans are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. Especially when they go frustrated and sharp. “Your fingers, Asterion. I need them.”
I don’t make her beg. I press two fingers into her and curl them against her inner wall in the exact way that made her come apart so beautifully for me before. She cries out my name and then she’s coming all over my face. She presses me down hard to the cushion, covering me so thoroughly that I can’t draw a single breath. Good. I don’t fucking need to breathe. Not as long as she’s coming. Not until she’s finished.
Her hips jerk one last time, and then she slides bonelessly down my chest to straddle my hips. She cups my face, her expression pleasure-drugged. “Did I kill you?” I love that she doesn’t sound particularly concerned one way or another.
“Still alive and kicking, sweetheart.”
“Good.” She kisses me. After all the dirty face-fucking, it’s sweet and light and absolutely perfect. She nips my bottom lip as she eases back. “We’re not done yet.” She squirms a little, grinding her wet pussy against my rapidly hardening cock.
“No, sweetheart. We’re not done yet.” I grip her thighs and stand. It’s awkward as fuck, but I love the way she shrieks and clings to me. As if I would ever fucking drop her. “I’m taking you to bed.”