Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Most of all, I liked that his body was mine tonight, that he’d surrendered it to me. That he’d ceded control. For Xander, that didn’t come easily. It took trust, the way this morning’s photographs had for me.
I lowered my mouth onto him, licking the warm, smooth crown and sucking the tip. He groaned with tortured delight. “I wish I could get my hands on you.”
“Not yet. I get to have my way with you first.” Suddenly I had an idea.
“Your way?”
“Yes.” I picked up my head and smiled coyly at him. “Don’t move, if you know what’s good for you.”
One of his brows quirked up.
Popping to my feet, I went over to the side of the bed and reached beneath it, pulling out my mini vibrator. Returning to him, I pulled his jeans all the way off and knelt between his legs. My thumb hit the button on the toy, bringing it to life. It hummed in my hand as I lowered my head again, running my tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip. Then I did it again while gently pressing the vibrator to his balls.
He inhaled sharply. “Oh, fuck.”
I took the head in my mouth and sucked while moving the toy along his shaft, careful not to press too hard or go too fast. But judging by the sounds he made and the way his dick was reacting in my mouth, he found the sensations pleasurable. I moved it between his legs again, farther back this time. He cursed and groaned, his body growing tense, his breath coming fast.
I used firmer pressure with the toy, and his climax erupted suddenly, a grunt tearing from his throat as he grabbed my head and fisted a hand in my hair, his hips bucking off the floor as his cock surged again and again in my mouth.
When the spasms faded, he moved away from me and the vibrator, which had probably become unbearable. “Christ. What did you just do to me?”
I sat back on my heels, switching off the vibrator and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Did you like it?”
“Yes. No. Yes. Fuck.” His eyes closed. “I don’t generally like the feeling of not being in control, but that felt amazing.”
“Good.” I tossed the vibrator onto the bed.
“Now come here.” He sat up and reached for the front of my dress, pulling me toward him. As I crawled up his body, he lay all the way back. Then he hooked his arms beneath my thighs and snaked beneath me so my knees were on either side of his head, his face between my thighs.
I held my dress up so I could watch him, gasping at the first smooth stroke of his tongue. His eyes stayed locked on mine as he licked and sucked and teased and flicked. But before long my eyes closed in surrender, and my body began to move to its own rhythm, slowly at first—deliciously, delectably slow, riding his tongue, his lips, even his nose. The velvet texture of his tongue played nicely with the scratch of his beard. His greedy moans vibrated through my lower body. His hands clutched the tops of my legs, pulling me to him.
Balling up the front of my dress in one hand, I slid the other into his hair and closed my fingers, gripping tight, as if I was afraid I’d fall off this ride. His mouth fastened on my clit and sucked hard, and I lost whatever control I had left, the orgasm splintering me into a million glittering little pieces.
When I regained the use of my legs, I scooted down his body and collapsed on his chest.
“Thank you,” I said.
“For what?”
“For understanding me. For knowing what I need. For being willing to give it to me.” I closed my eyes. “For being in my corner.”
He stroked my back and spoke quietly. “It’s a nice place to be.”
Our breathing synced, and I wondered if I’d ever felt such peace. “Xander?”
“Hmm?”
I think I’m in love with you. But I bit my tongue rather than risk saying the words out loud. “Nothing. Never mind.”
I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.
In all my life, I’d never told someone I loved them without hearing it first.
Pictures of the outdoor self-defense session were published by the following morning. And of course, it did not appear as if the activities we were engaged in were of the educational sort.
Xander was livid. He stormed out onto the porch and stood there scanning the trees and cracking his knuckles for a solid twenty minutes. I knew better than to talk to him when he got that way, so I gave him some time to cool off. Sipping coffee at the counter, I was sifting through my inbox when the text from Duke came in.