Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
His gaze grows heated, his breath catching. “I would love that.”
“Me too.” I drag my nails up the leather of his loincloth, my gaze locked on his. “I know it’s not exactly fulfilling resonance but I don’t have to suck you to completion. I can just get you nice and hard and wet with my mouth. Pleasure you a little while before you come inside me.” A hot flutter of arousal stirs inside me as I speak, because I love the way his lips part with rapt attention. I love the way he’s clearly so into this, and both surprised and pleased that I want to touch him. “Let me guess, Tia never volunteered to suck you off?”
Why does the thought of Tia’s mouth on him make me so irrationally jealous? He has a history with her. I know he does. And yet every bit of me wants to form claws and scratch her eyes out because now he’s mine.
But I’rec shakes his head, unable to look away from me. “We never went beyond a few mouth-matings.”
Well now, I am a petty bitch, because hearing that makes me happy. Really happy. “What a shame,” I purr. “Guess I’ll have to break you in.”
“Break me all you like,” I’rec rasps, leaning back on his hands and offering his body up to me. “I am all yours, my resonance mate.”
There’s something about his wording that’s so arousing I don’t even correct him. I slide my hand up and down his shaft, my khui humming with anticipation as I rub I’rec through his leathers. “If I do something you don’t like, tell me and I’ll stop.”
He snorts. “I will like all of it.”
“So you say,” I joke. “What if I want to plant a finger into your backside because I like it?”
To my surprise, his eyes flare with heat and he doesn’t back down. My last boyfriend would have absolutely been horrified at the thought of any sort of ass-play, but it looks like I’rec is up for a challenge. How fascinating and how utterly fucking sexy. Heat pulses low in my belly and I give the front of his loincloth a tug. “Take this off for me?”
I’ve never seen a man move so fast. I’rec practically rips off the long strip of leather that consists of his loincloth, leaving behind only the thin, beaded belt at his waist. It can stay as long as it doesn’t get in my way, I decide. I put a hand on his knee and push his thighs apart as he leans back on his elbows, his breath coming in short, hard pants.
I admire his cock. I’ve felt it plenty of times inside me, but sometimes it’s nice to just be able to relax and enjoy the scenery. And this scenery? It’s particularly impressive. He’s just long enough to make me pause, and he’s thick in girth, with a pair of heavy balls that somehow seem completely appropriate for someone with his arrogance. Equally appealing are the ridges that flare along his shaft, ridges that are very noticeable when he’s driving in and out of me. I trace a finger along the most prominent one, close to the head of his cock, and then rub the underside.
I’rec’s face contorts, his cock jumping. “I thought you were going to use your mouth.”
Someone’s impatient. “I’m playing,” I tell him. “Let me explore already.” I run that tickling finger down his shaft, towards those heavy balls, and then trace them with a touch. Both his sac and each of the ridges are a darker blue than his chest and arms, as if all the blood has rushed there. “Your skin is a much darker shade here.”
Immediately, his color drifts and changes, slipping away from the pretty blue to my warm golden shade. “Better?”
I always forget that he can camouflage himself, and seeing it is both fascinating and unnerving. I shake my head, gripping his shaft in my hand. “I liked you as you were. I wasn’t pointing it out because it was a bad thing. Just commenting. Now you’re the same shade as me and when I touch you, it looks like I’m jerking my own cock.”
Maybe he doesn’t catch the teasing in my voice, because I’rec’s expression remains serious. “But it is yours, F’lor. All of me is yours.”
Susmaryosep. That’s fucking hot. Biting back a hungry whimper, I settle on my belly between his thighs and move my face towards his cock, giving him a slow, exceedingly wet lick. He groans, straining up against my lips, as if reluctant to let me pull away from him. I lick him again, this time focusing my mouth on the head of his cock, and I suck on the tip, swirling circles with my tongue.
He hisses, his gaze locked on my face, watching me with intense fascination. I deliberately get showy, flicking my tongue over him with great enthusiasm and meeting his gaze as I give him each deliberate, slow lick. No man has ever looked at me the way I’rec is looking at me—like I’m the most powerful, sexy thing he’s ever seen and the fact that I’m touching him is blowing his mind.