Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Bryn sank to his knees and relinquished his crushing grip on the side of the tub before sliding his hand beneath the water and giving in to the temptation he’d had since the moment he’d met this woman.
He brushed his fingertips along her side, slowly moving up toward her breast. The nipple, peaked and flushed, did nothing but make his mouth water for a taste.
“Tell me the truth.”
“Y…yes.”
No, he needed more than that. “Yes what?”
The tremors owning her didn’t subside. “I…I’ve touched myself. At night. In my bed.”
His shaft somehow got thicker. He closed his eyes at the thought of her lying there, flushed, panting, fingers dipping between her thighs, rubbing between her lips, her cream covering them.
Palm up, he lifted her heavy breast, plumping it before he angled his hand to allow his thumb to brush against her rosy nipple. Her gasp thrust more iron into his dick, which threatened to break free of confinement.
“How?” Another caress of his thumb to her tip, a following shudder. “Tell me how you please yourself, lioness.”
A slight shake of her head as he skimmed his lips against her cheek.
“I’m embarrassed. We shouldn’t talk about this.”
He disagreed. Bryn pushed her. Angled his head and bit the vein in her neck until she whimpered then he backed off, knowing there would be a mark in that spot.
“Give me the words. I need the words and so do you.”
“Lightly.” Much like her tone. “At first. I touch my breasts, eyes closed as I pull on the nipples, waiting for them to get hard.”
Bryn pinched her nipple between his index finger and thumb. “Like this?”
Her back arched, lifting her full breasts from the water. She gripped the sides of the bath with a moan.
“Yes, but this is different. More.”
He licked her shoulder. “More? Like more of my touch or different and yet it’s more?”
She swallowed hard. “Both. I don’t know.” Her tongue swiped her lips. “That’s a lie. I do know. Please more like that. It’s never been like this.” Her body shifted in the water, sloshing it up the sides.
Mouth behind her ear, he pinched again. “Tell me what you do next. After your nipples are hard and begging for touch.”
“I can’t ever get it right, I feel empty. Even touching both of them, together.”
God he would love to fill her with his cock. Thrust hard and deep until she came all over him and squeezed his cum out. Have both hands on her breasts as he drove relentlessly into her, making her cry out his name. Or have them in his face as she rode him, using him for her own pleasure.
“Next.” It wasn’t a question, it was a demand.
“Move down my body.”
He slid his hand horizontally and rolled the other tip in his fingers, pulling another moan from her. Then he moved down even as he inched the fingers on her thigh up toward her core.
“Slowly?” He trailed his fingers over the soft roundness of her belly. “Or is there a far more urgent need pushing you faster?”
“I tried slow, but the need, the need, was too great.” Her eyes were closed, thick curved lashes resting on her full cheeks. Some freckles were noticeable and he longed to trace them.
Placing his palm against her torso, directly below her breasts, he brought his other hand closer and dragged a finger up through the seam of her pussy.
“Bryn.” His name fell from her lips on a breathy sigh even as her hips arched up, seeking more.
He circled her clit, paying close attention to her responses.
“Your touch was too light, wasn’t it, lioness?” He pushed harder against the tight bundle of nerves and she whimpered. A sound he longed to gobble up like a starving man. “You want it hard.” He licked her neck. “You need it hard.”
“Yes.”
She released her hold on the edge of the bath only to clamp it around his wrist—her hand wasn’t large enough to wrap completely around—underwater with his fingers slowly strumming her clit.
“Show me,” he ordered, readjusting her hold on him so his fingers were over hers, having her touch herself.
Two fingers circled her clit and he lost himself in learning how she loved to be touched. How fast. How hard.
It wasn’t easy to watch his hand below the surface of the water but he could make it out, and how his dark fingers slipped between her lips.
“Ankles up, baby, and hands on the edge.”
He nearly came, hard, as she didn’t even hesitate to follow his directive. There was something erotic about having this woman spread wide in a bath waiting for his next command, her limbs out of the water, steam rising around her.
Her fingers worked the grip on the edge but she didn’t move. He nipped her ear again as he circled her opening, paying close attention to her body’s responses to his touch. While he wanted to do it his way, it was important for him to know what she liked and if she didn’t know, help her find it.