Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 145729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
When her breathing was ragged and moans had turned to pleas, he kissed his way down the lace to her belly button. He dipped his tongue there, left his signature all around that sweet little enticing circle and kept going.
He wrapped one hand around her throat, feeling her pulse hammering into his palm. He exerted gentle pressure, giving her no choice but to lie back. He kept kissing his way down to that sexy little mound. He loved the way she had tiny tight curls that hid rosettes. Using both hands, he dragged the lace from her body and then pulled her thighs wide apart and lifted her to his mouth.
She screamed when his tongue swiped across her swollen bud. Her body jerked. Liquid heat met his mouth, and he devoured her. He wasn’t gentle there either, driving her up ruthlessly, demanding her orgasm, and then doing it again. He used his teeth on her thighs, leaving a string of his marks on both inner thighs, up close to her entrance.
“Again. I want it again,” he demanded and lapped at her before using tongue, teeth and fingers to get what he wanted. He loved watching her face when she came apart. That beauty ripping through her, taking her someplace only he could give her. He loved the sounds she made. She wasn’t quiet. Those hitches in her breathing. Her moans. Pleas. He loved that especially. Taking her up, keeping her right on the edge for as long as he thought she could take it. The way she said his name. Shocked. He loved her shock. The demand that crept into her voice. He could watch her come apart all night every night.
“I can’t.” Her head thrashed back and forth, fingers curled into tight fists.
He’d waited for that ragged denial. He knew she could. He fucking loved showing her she could. “You will, for me, you’ll give that to me again, because I need it. You didn’t text me.” She hadn’t, and he had to make certain she couldn’t live without him any more than he could live without her.
He clamped his hands around her thighs, holding her open for his assault. He took her up again. So high. Watched her carefully as he pushed her limits. “That’s it, baby,” he whispered softly, breathing warm air into all that heat. “Now. Give it to me now.” He needed to see and hear the music of her ragged breathing. He used his teeth and her body came apart for him, clamping down, shuddering, her muscles rippling from her stomach to her thighs with the force.
Joshua wiped his face on her thighs, dropped into a nearby chair and then laid his head on her abdomen. He felt her heat. Her body still reacting, the waves still strong enough for him to feel. Her breasts heaved as she tried to drag in air. He turned his head and kissed her mound. Her hand dropped to his hair, fingers sifting through it.
She’d done that once or twice in the swamp and he’d loved it. The caresses felt different, not sexual exactly, but more sensual, a gentle, peaceful connection between them. He wrapped his arms around her middle and stayed still, letting the swamp’s symphony and her fingers in his hair soothe the heat out of his body. He wanted to lie with her at night. He would put a bed on his balcony and sleep under the stars with her just to get this closeness he felt with her.
He didn’t know how long he held her, but it couldn’t last forever and he knew it. Her hand lifted and she shifted subtly to tell him she had to move. Reluctantly he stood, tugging her body into a sitting position. He handed her the red lace panties.
“This is always going to be my favorite outfit.” His marks stood out everywhere, and there was satisfaction in that. “I’m sorry I’m not as gentle as I should be with you. I try, and then the next thing I know, I’m completely out of control.”
She pulled the stretch lace over her hips. Just that little movement, along with the sway of her breasts, sent a jolt of heat through him.
“It isn’t just you,” she admitted. There was an unexpected shyness, as if she didn’t quite know how to talk to him. “I like what you do to me. Everything you do. If I didn’t, I’d say so.”
He nodded, relief rushing through him. “Good. I want you to tell me when I do something you don’t like.” He admired the fact that she gave him the truth when she was still uncertain of him.
“I would.”
“You weren’t going to text me.” He hoped the hurt, mixed with anger, didn’t show in his voice. “Sonia, you feel the same way I do. I know you do. You wouldn’t react to me like this if you didn’t. It can’t all be sex.”