Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 130317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
“Well…goodnight,” Mia murmured, uncertain what else to say. It was damned awkward to be pressed so tightly against her partner, but after protesting so vociferously that it was no big deal, she could hardly scoot away.
Not like you want to move away, a little voice whispered in her head. In fact, you’d be happy to get even closer if you could.
Mia told herself it wasn’t true but she couldn’t help liking the feeling of Sev holding her tight and pressing against her from behind. In front, she could feel his muscular arms wrapped around her and his hands resting lightly on her own arms. She wondered briefly how it would feel if she wiggled just a little—just enough to press her breasts against his palms.
Before she knew it, she was putting the thought into motion, pressing her upper body forward just little—enough that Sev’s arms loosened and his hands were free. A moment later and she could feel the ripe tips of her nipples rubbing against his palms, which sent shivers and tingles all though her body—especially to the spot between her legs.
“Mia, baby—what are you doing?” Sev’s deep voice was hoarse with desire.
“Just getting comfortable,” Mia murmured innocently. As she spoke, she pressed her ass back against his shaft and her breasts deeper into his hands, so that he was cupping both her large globes fully in his palms.
“Maybe a little too comfortable,” Sev rumbled. But his big hands closed around her offered breasts and he began to pluck lightly at her tight nipples, rubbing and teasing them through the thin material of the shirt.
“Oh!” Mia moaned and a shiver went through her entire body. Her nipples had always been sensitive—not that Michael had seemed to know what to do with them. Her ex had always pinched and pulled too hard on her tender tips—when he bothered to try and give her any foreplay at all, which was almost never. But Sev seemed to know just how to touch her—lightly and teasingly—to make her feel hot.
“Shouldn’t do this,” he growled in her ear, even as he continued touching her. “We never have before.”
“Well we…we’ve never been put in this kind of position before,” Mia pointed out breathlessly. “I mean, we have to make it look real, right? If someone’s watching on the cameras, they have to really think you’re my husband and I’m your wife.”
She didn’t mention that with the lights off, the cameras shouldn’t be able to see them. Sev didn’t either.
“All right,” he murmured, his breath hot in her ear. “But I’m only going to touch your sweet tits, baby. If I let myself go lower and pet your little pussy, things might get out of hand.”
“Oh!” Mia felt another bolt of desire go through her.
“What—did I hurt you?” His hands stilled on her breasts for a moment.
“No, no,” Mia hastily denied. “It’s just…nobody’s ever, er, talked to me that way before. Said those kinds of things—you know.”
“You mean nobody’s ever talked dirty to you before?” Sev asked.
“Well…I’ve only ever been with Michael,” Mia admitted. “I mean, our sect forbid any kind of, er, premarital or extramarital sex. And he never…well, he never said much of anything at all when we—you know.”
“Fucking idiot,” she heard Sev mutter. Then he nuzzled her ear gently. “You want me to talk dirty to you, baby?”
Mia felt another dart of desire pierce her.
“Just keep talking like you were…tell me why you don’t dare to, uh, touch me lower,” she said breathlessly. “And you can…can touch me under the shirt. If you want to—my breasts, I mean.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. Like this?” Sev’s big, warm hands found their way under the hem of the nightshirt and soon he was cupping her bare breasts, circling her tight peaks with his fingers and tugging lightly to send sparks of pleasure shooting from her nipples straight to the place between her legs.
“Yes!” Mia was nearly panting now. “Yes, like that. Now talk to me!” she begged. “Tell me…tell me things.”
“Like why I don’t dare to reach down and cup your soft little pussy?” Sev rumbled in her ear.
“Yes—like that? Why…why can’t you?” Mia couldn’t believe she was doing this—especially with her partner of two years. She really shouldn’t—she could be jeopardizing the most important relationship in her life! But she couldn’t seem to stop herself—she’d never felt like this before. So aroused—so alive. Not since before…but she pushed the bad thought away and reached for more pleasure instead.
Sev seemed eager to provide it.
“Well, baby,” he murmured, still tugging at her peaks. “The reason I don’t dare to cup your pussy is because then I’d want to go further.”
“Further—how?” Mia panted.
“Well, I’d want to spread open your thighs and finger-fuck you—slide my fingers deep in your sweet, hot, creamy little cunt,” Sev growled.
The dirty words galvanized Mia. She moaned and writhed against him helplessly, noticing as she did that his shaft was even harder, throbbing against her ass.