Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 62430 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62430 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
He used his core muscles to sit up, capturing me in an embrace that rocked us both in our seats. I was beginning to feel the pulse of his erection beneath my crotch, a welcome foreshadowing of things to come. He undid the clasp of my bra, sliding the garment down my shoulders and off onto the floor.
Now we were both naked from the waist up, and our skin was free to feel every erotic sensation. He cupped my jaw, reclaiming my mouth as if he wasn’t done with it yet. His fingers raced up and down my spine, growing in their intensity. My breasts were crushed to his shoulders, the movements his arms made driving me crazy.
I slid my fingernails across his scalp, feeling sawdust stir in their wake. He refused to end the kiss, hungry for more. I ground my hips down against his, searching in vain for that release. He lowered his hands to my waist and flipped me over expertly so I was lying on my back. With nimble fingers, he undid the button beneath my navel, pulling my pants and my underwear down in one sudden move.
I lay before him, completely nude, at the mercy of his affections. He took a moment to appreciate me, a moment I felt embarrassed and on display. When he finally moved, it was to suckle at one of my breasts, lavishing the nipple with a gentle tongue. He drew circles around my areola, tighter and tighter until he reached the peak. Drawing back, he blew on the swollen mound, causing a delicious shiver to race across my flesh.
Porter moved on to the remaining breast, cupping it in one hand like an apple ripe for the picking. He drew my hardened nub between his lips, engaging a suction that skyrocketed me to heaven. I wriggled beneath his teasing, aching for more, desperate for a release. He left my chest with a trail of kisses descending from one peak to the valley between them and then on to my navel.
A deep longing settled in my stomach. His lips were fire, burning a trench through my heart as he worked his way down. Bright lights exploded behind my eyes at the first brush of fingers against my intimate skin. He caressed my two outer folds, gently sweeping back and forth. The breath left my body, hanging in the air above me as he dipped first one finger and then two between the lines.
Inside, I felt him probing sweetly, using my own wetness to lubricate my clit. He swirled his finger around, slipping in and out, circling the sensitive flesh and dancing back inside. My eyes flew open, every muscle in my body tensing in unison. I tried to draw my legs up, but he held them fast, playing the piano of my core. I felt him dip further and further inside, alighting a flame of desire.
I cried out his name, urging him on. He obeyed my command, adding a third finger to the mix, rubbing the outer nub with his thumb. I couldn’t see, and I couldn’t think straight. I was dangerously close to the top of the tower, and there was only one thing I needed. I wanted him inside me now. Not his fingers or his tongue, but his cock.
“I need you,” I rasped, painfully suppressing any further pleasure.
He stood up, pulled his pants off, and kicked them away. In the light from the window, I could see him at the side of the bed, all muscle, stroking his tool. I knew how it would feel, like heaven sliding between my thighs. The waiting was torture; my entire body was lit with a thirst that I couldn’t quench alone.
He came down on top of me, one knee between my legs. I slid closer, eager to end the anticipation. I was all want when he filled me up, a trembling ball of desire. The further he sunk, the greater the relief, until his hips met mine and we fused, becoming one. Pleasure washed over me, the sensation of being complete filling my heart with joy. Every inch of my passageway stretched happily, aroused by his movement.
He pressed down first, as low as he could go, spreading my legs wide. Flexing his back, he raised up like an oil drill pumping for crude. He raked his manhood in and out, hitting that sweet spot deep within that I couldn’t touch for myself. I felt the swell of the ocean rising beneath me, pleasure drawing me inexorably forward.
Just as I was about to cry out in relief, he slid out, leaving me vacant. He reached for my arm, leading me gently toward the head of the mattress. I flipped over onto all fours, following his instructions. He drew my hair aside like a curtain, feathering kisses along my neck. I locked my legs around his, pressing my ass against his erection.