Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Each stroke of his tongue feels like a tiny shock, forcing me higher and higher into ecstasy. My fingernails dig into the mattress beneath me, searching for purchase as I arch my back in response to the pleasure. My moans fill the room, mingling with King’s low growls of satisfaction.
Despite my fear, the pleasure builds inside me, becoming too much to bear. I can’t hold it back any longer. My body tenses as the orgasm hits like a tidal wave, washing away all thoughts of fear or hesitation. I cry out loudly, my voice echoing through the empty room as I writhe beneath King’s skilled touch.
His eyes never leave mine as he continues to pleasure me, savoring every gasp and moan that escapes my lips. His own breaths become shallow, matching the rapid pace of my heart. The intensity of the connection between us is palpable, a bond forged through our rawest emotions and most intimate moments.
The mere fact that he did that to me and seemed to love it causes more ice to crack and fall away from my heart. So damn giving of himself and he hardly knows me.
As my body begins to relax, King pulls away and crawls up beside me. Our gazes lock, a mixture of both satisfaction and something more profound. A recognition that we’ve shared a moment unlike any other.
Without a word, I reach up and trace the outline of his jaw with my fingers. He leans in, his warm breath brushing against my skin, and whispers, “You taste incredible.”
His words send a new wave of pleasure crashing through me, one that is far more subtle but no less powerful than the orgasm that just consumed me. I swallow hard, my heart beating wildly in my chest as I take in King’s compliment.
“That was a first for me,” I say, my voice trembling with emotion.
King’s eyes flare with surprise, soften with understanding and then take on a hard glint of propriety. I can actually see the pride filtering in that he gave me something no other man has, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he sat up and started beating on his chest.
His hand presses down on my stomach, his fingers trailing lightly over my skin as he seems lost in thought.
“What is it?” I ask, my fingers lacing with his and holding them in place because his touch is distracting.
His eyes lift to mine and he gives a slight shake of his head. “Nothing.”
“It’s something,” I press.
“It’s just… you keep harping on my age and yet, you’re the one who seems inexperienced in all the ways pleasure can be given and received.”
I frown, because it’s a good point. But that makes me curious. “Where did you learn how to do that? I mean, you said you only had one long-term relationship and you were young during that time. You said you don’t sleep around.”
King grins. “Let’s just say I’m very imaginative, and truth be told, when I was with Emily, we were both adventurous.”
I disregard the twinge of jealousy in my chest over mention of his past girlfriend but I can’t help my curiosity. “Were you brokenhearted when it didn’t work out?”
“Yes,” he replies simply. “You can’t be with someone that long and not have it hurt when it ends.”
I nod in understanding, marveling at how vastly different his experience is with relationships faltering. I don’t know much about Emily, and maybe I don’t really want to know, that little tidbit about them being adventurous in bed being more than enough. But it seems they made a mature, mutual decision and he came out better, stronger on the other side. My one relationship was hard, cruel at times, and left behind a trail of bitter tears.
King presses his lips against mine—a gentle, tender kiss that leaves me breathless and wanting more. As his lips part, I eagerly welcome his tongue into my mouth, savoring the taste of him as our passions build anew.
I have a million questions about his past because he fascinates me. He scares me, because despite him being only twenty-five, I feel like I’m the one who can learn from him.
Those will have to wait because already he reignites a fire within me.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, feeling the muscles in his back tense and relax with each movement. His hands find their way to my breasts, gently cupping and kneading them, sending shivers down my spine.
Our kiss deepens, becoming more fervent, more passionate. My nipples harden under his touch, and I can feel the heat of his body against mine. Our tongues dance and twine together, exploring every hidden depth.
As we kiss, I become acutely aware of the wetness between my legs, a reminder of the pleasure King has just given me. His fingers play there, gently caressing, circling my oversensitized clit, and then dipping inside. My hips buck and a need swells within me that requires more than what he’s doing.