Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 122242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
"Octavio," I whisper, tipping my head back. "Bésame."
He dips his head. Drops of water roll down his face and neck. His lips press to mine in a feather light touch, brushing back and forth in unhurried passes.
I groan deeply and grasp his shoulder, leaning up on my tiptoes. I don't want little kisses. I want big ones, hungry ones. The ones he gives me when he's aching for me.
I know he's aching now. His erection is hot and heavy against my abdomen, so hard I know it has to hurt. It's hurting me too. My womb clenches, my body trembling. I need him inside me, making me whole again.
"Faith," he whispers, trying to stop me when I wrap my hand around his length, stroking him from root to tip. "You're tired. You don't have to do that."
"I need you, Octavio."
"Dios," he growls against my lips, but he doesn't try to stop me this time. His tongue slides along the seam of my lips, demanding entry as I work him with my hand. He growls again, his tongue touching mine. One hand goes to the back of my head, angling it where he wants it. The little move makes me smile. His dominance is sexy as hell.
He pulls my bottom lip into his mouth, dragging it between his teeth. The little sting sends a jolt through me, making me bolder, eager to please him like he does me.
I drop to my knees in front of him. His eyes are wild and blazing with heat as he stares down at me. He brushes my hair away from my face, holding it in a loose fist at the nape of my neck.
I lean forward and lick him, groaning when his taste hits my system. He's sweet and salty. I've never really done this before, but he doesn't seem to mind my lack of skill as I suck him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the broad head of his cock.
I plunge down, taking him as deep as I can without gagging. He's so big. I can't take much before I have to pull back and start again.
"Dios, Faith." His abs are rock hard, his entire body tense as he tries to hold himself in check and keep from thrusting into my mouth. "Se siente rico. Me encanta tu boca." That feels good. I love your mouth.
I grow bolder with his praise ringing in my ears and reach up to cup his balls in my hand. I plunge down on him this time and suck hard, working one hand up and down what won't fit in my mouth while cupping his balls in the other.
He throws his head back, growling loudly. His hips rock forward, forcing him a little bit deeper. He instantly draws back, but I grasp his firm ass, keeping him from moving away from me. He groans again, his body practically vibrating with the desire to move.
Finally, he gives in, gripping my hair in a gentle fist as he glides in and out of my mouth. He doesn't push far, but grunts and curses fall from his lips in a broken mix of English and Spanish, letting me know he needs to control this. I'm not complaining. I love when he's in control. He's so gorgeous above me as he thrusts in and out of my mouth. His cheeks are flushed, his sepia eyes molten.
"I'm going to come." He tries to pull back.
I tighten my grip on his ass, refusing to let him go. I want to taste him like he does me. God, I want everything this man will give me. I'm greedy for it.
"Faith, angel, you gotta move."
I suck harder.
He cries out my name, his entire body trembling as he begins to come. His warm seed splashes against my tongue and down my throat. I swallow around him, moaning at the taste of him. The tangy, salty taste is even stronger than when I licked him before, but it's not unpleasant. It's…sexy. His hips move in a jerky rhythm as he gives me everything he has. I take it all willingly.
"Jesucristo, Faith," he growls when the last drop slides down my throat.
I release him and sit back, smiling up at him in triumph.
He lets go of my hair and leans down, yanking me up into his arms. My legs go around his waist, my arms around his neck. I cling to him like I always do, burying my face in his throat to press kisses into his skin. His heart races against my chest, his breath coming in harsh pants.
He holds me for a long moment before he quickly washes me up, his hands gentle on my body.
"Hold on to me," he says when he's finished, turning the water off. He steps out of the shower without releasing me. A second later he drapes a soft, fluffy towel over me. When he sits me on the counter, he has to peel me off him so he can dry me off. He does it with a tender smile on his face.