Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
“I’d like that.”
He set me on my feet. “Good.”
“Will you join me?”
He bent and took my mouth, kissing me hungrily. He pulled me against him, his tongue gliding along mine, his hands tight on my waist. He was breathing hard as he pulled away. “Yes. You get in and soak. I’ll arrange dinner. Wine?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. I’ll get a bottle sent up now, and you can have a glass in the tub. I’ll be in soon and, ah, wash your back.”
“Thank you.”
“Anything for you, Gracie. All you have to do is ask.”
He turned and walked away. My eyes followed him, my heart wondering if he meant that. When I told him I loved him and asked for him to love me in return, would he still feel the same way?
With a sigh, I turned and began to fill the tub. I couldn’t help but wonder if the disastrous start to the weekend was a sign. I shook my head as I began to unbutton my blouse.
I was being silly.
I woke up Saturday morning with Jaxson wrapped around me. One leg was thrust between mine, his arm curved around my waist, holding me close, his large hand cradling my breast. His face was buried in my neck, his warm breath drifting over my skin. Awake, he was warm; asleep, he was an inferno. He had told me he didn’t sleep well, yet the nights he was with me, he slept deeply. I was thrilled to bring him enough peace that he could rest.
I shifted a little, recalling last night. The tub and wine had taken the edge off. Jaxson’s thorough lovemaking had finished relaxing me. We ordered room service and spent the evening on the deep sofas, sipping wine, staying close. He had recovered his good mood, and I was relaxed. I climbed on his lap, kissing him as he delved his hands under the fluffy robe, his erection pressing against me. I rode him to a shattering orgasm, calling out his name as I came around him.
And now I could feel his cock pressing into my back, awake long before he was. Carefully, I rolled, Jaxson groaning under his breath in protest as I moved away. I studied him in the dim light—his hair tousled and messy from the shower we took before going to bed. His features were relaxed, the stern expression gone as he slumbered. He looked younger, his lips pursed in sleep. The dimple in his chin was prominent. I loved to kiss it, tap it with my finger, tease him about the fact that it could hold a dime easily. He always pretended to be annoyed, but I knew he wasn’t. The amused glint in his eyes gave it away.
I lightly ran my hand down his chest, smiling as his muscles contracted under my touch. He groaned low, rolling to his back, still asleep. The blanket tented with his erection, and unable to resist, I pulled back the material, looking at his erect cock. Thick, the perfect length, it was hard and jutting eagerly from his hips. It was so swollen the head was almost purple, and the slit glistened, beckoning me. He moved restlessly in his sleep and breathed my name, making me grin. Carefully, I eased down, hovering over him, then took him in my mouth. His hips surged upward as I licked his shaft, a loud groan splitting the silence of the room. I took him deeper, and his hand flew to my hair as he woke.
“Gracie,” he groaned. “What—oh my god, Gracie—”
I sucked, using my tongue as I moved over him. He gasped in pleasure, fisting my hair. “That feels so good, baby. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I teased and licked, cupped his balls, and swallowed around him. He cried out, his hips moving, low curses, words of praise, pleas of enjoyment filling the room. Jaxson was very vocal during sex. I loved hearing him pant my name, beg for me, tell me what he wanted.
“I’m coming, Gracie. I’m going to come down your throat. You going to take it?” he rasped, his fists tightening in my hair.
I sucked harder and he fell. Gasping, straining, desperate to go deeper. I swallowed as he exploded, the heady feeling of power that came from the intimate act flowing through me. I loved seeing him succumb. Watching him fall apart at my touch.
He collapsed, and I slowly released him, kissing his crown. I lifted my head, meeting his eyes in the muted light.
“Good morning.”
He dragged me up his torso, kissing me. “It certainly is.”
I snuggled close. “I woke up, and he was already poking me in the back. I thought I’d give him a little relief.”
He chuckled. “Horny bugger can never get enough of you.” He traced my lips. “Or this spectacular mouth.”
I kissed his finger, then playfully bit it. I gasped in surprise as he suddenly rolled, pinning me under him.