Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
And then he started back up again, and she bit back a whimper at the thought of having to endure another whole cycle of his touch. It was maddening and addictive, and by the time he had risen to his full height, his fingers had paused at the undersides of her breasts, and it was all she could do not to scream.
"I'll need to check if you've hidden anything inside your bra, Ms. Jones."
For the love of—-
His hands moved up, his palms more than enough to cover the full globes of her breasts, and the sensations that instantly assaulted her body were the most achingly sweet feeling.
So, so good.
And then he began to knead, and the ache became an unbearable agony, her breasts swelling under the mastery of his touch.
Too, too good.
His fingers closed over her flesh, moving to the peak until they were pinching her nipples - hard. Agony sharpened into acute need, unbearable and impossible to ignore, and her lips parted in a silent, helpless plea.
Please.
Acheron saw this, heard this, and he knew at that moment he would never forget this picture of Pippi, mindless with pleasure as she begged for his touch.
His control slipped anew, and his own actions became equally mindless. His head dipped down, his mouth roughly taking her nipple in. He didn't waste time on foreplay and started sucking outright. It turned out to be exactly what they both needed, with Pippi's body arching up against his in a voiceless demand for him to suck harder.
The feel of Acheron's mouth on her nipple was nothing she could ever imagine, and with every tug of her sensitive flesh, she could feel her body swelling and swelling until she seemed fit to burst. She so badly wanted to grip his head and hold it to her breast, but she couldn't. Her wrists could only shake powerlessly against its restraints, but even this only served to heighten her pleasure, so, so much so until she couldn't think of anything but him.
God, it was so good.
Her thoughts became a hopeless jumble.
Please make this end.
Please don't make this end.
Oh God, please.
She had a second's respite when his head lifted, but just as she tried to breathe normally instead of gasping like she had been doing the past minute, his head lowered again, his mouth closing over her other nipple, and oh God, it started all over again.
Her head tossed from side to side, her body only capable of buckling against his as over and over he worshipped her tightly wound bud with his tongue and teeth. A part of her was convinced that nothing else could feel any better than what he was currently doing, but then she felt his lips move down, Acheron kneeling on the floor as his fingers expertly unbuttoned her pants.
As soon as the soft fabric fell to the floor, his mouth latched to her lace-covered pussy, and it was that moment she realized how wrong she was.
THIS.
WAS.
HEAVEN.
Her head fell back. Tears fell from her face. But still, it continued.
His mouth eating her pussy -
The tremors racking her body -
And finally, finally, it happened, and she shattered.
Twelve
ACHERON'S HAND SETTLED possessively on the small of Pippi's back as they descended the stairs. Glancing at her, he saw the palest blush still coloring her cheeks. It was a good thing, he summarily reflected, that her household was an all-women's domain. That lovely flush of hers was an erotic sight, one bound to have any healthy man's imagination run rampant.
There was a noticeable buzz of frenetic energy that pulsed in the air when they rejoined the rest of Pippi's family. Everyone looked busy - too busy, Acheron thought, and this, for a man like him, spoke volumes.
Pippi, however, took just a few seconds longer to reach the same conclusions. Seeing the hallway empty of eavesdroppers had her breathing a sigh of relief, and she relaxed even more at the entirely normal scene that had greeted them below. Vik was cross-stitching in her corner, Rue and Mynt were chatting by the couch, and Astrid and the three old ladies were having tea at the dining table.
Clearing her throat, Pippi said with a determinedly bright smile, "We're back."
Oh, hello.
Hey.
We didn't notice you.
Is everything good now?
But this time, Pippi saw past the instant chorus of cheerful responses. It was all there, in the way they were quite unable to meet her gaze while sporting knowing little smiles...
Pippi's horrified gaze flew to Acheron. "You said they wouldn't hear—-"
"And we truly did not," Great-Aunt Agatha interrupted her from behind.
"Not a blessed thing for the past fifteen minutes," Great-Aunt Abigail emphasized.
"And that, my dear, said it for all for us," Great-Aunt Alice finished meaningfully.
Pippi let out a wail of embarrassment as she realized what the three were saying, and her color deepened when she heard Astrid and her sisters laugh.