Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Her hands went to my hair, holding me against her as I sucked and licked, then moved across her chest to continue the torment.
Her hips were already writhing on my pelvis, her body aching for more.
But I was going to go ahead and enjoy the fuck out of getting to know every inch of her.
Wrapping an arm around her hips, I rolled her onto her back and moved over her, my lips on her neck, over her shoulders, down her chest, her ribs, her stomach.
“Reid…” she whimpered, and, fuck, did it sound good to hear my name on her lips.
But I wasn’t going to be swayed so quickly.
I still had a fuckuva lot of her to explore.
My tongue traced over her hipbones, my lips teasing over the triangle above her sex, but not moving between, not giving her what she was begging for as her hands pulled at my hair, trying to move me where she was aching for touch.
I moved instead toward her thighs, loving the pillowy softness that had filled in thanks to months of as much food as she wanted to eat.
Did my tongue maybe trace that ultra-sensitive crease between her thigh and her pussy?
I mean… yeah.
And she almost flew off the fucking bed as a tremble moved through her.
So close, but not quite what she wanted.
But I was already moving down her thigh, teasing the inside of her knee, her calf, ankle.
Then pressing a kiss to the arch of her foot, getting a surprised whimper out of her.
Encouraged by her reaction, I moved down, slipping her toe into my mouth. She curled them all reflexively, unsure, before she relaxed into the sensation, letting me suck and bite each of them.
Then moving across to her other foot.
Her ankle. Calf. Knee. Thigh. Crease. Belly. Ribs.
She was practically vibrating with need as I pressed a kiss between her breasts, then rested my head there, smiling up at her, her cheeks flushed, her eyes hooded and hazy.
Her hands grabbed my head, pulling me until my lips were sealing over hers.
I was holding my body up off of her, not wanting her to feel the way my cock had decided it was rested enough, and was straining once again.
But her legs went around my hips as her arms closed around my back, pulling me down until my weight was pressing her into the mattress.
I had no time to try to shift away.
My thick cock pressed against her pussy.
And her whole body jolted.
I was trying to pull away when I saw her eyes open.
Her lips parted.
Her eyes still full of desire.
“We can stop,” I said.
“I don’t want to,” she said, pulling me down once again, her lips desperate on mine.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Vienna
He’d worshipped every inch of me.
With his lips, tongue, teeth.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever had someone know every bit of me like that. And there’d certainly never been anyone to find all those new little spots that made need riot through my body.
The crease of my thighs.
The insides of my knees.
The arch of my feet.
My toes.
My whole body felt like one giant erogenous zone, every nerve ending pulsing with desire.
I couldn’t think of anything but feeling him against me, his hard lines to my soft ones, the brush of his chest hair on my responsive nipples.
And, yes, the press of his hardness against my cleft, the sensation like a live wire sparking through my system.
He had to feel how drenched I was, how needy. But still, still, he offered an out, was letting me guide this.
Which was why I was able to pull him down to me, then wrap my legs tightly around his lower back, so I could rock my hips, make his cock glide against me, the head teasing over my swollen clit with each rock.
Riff was groaning against my lips, his kiss getting hungrier, needier, as my hands slid over his back, exploring him a bit like he’d explored me, wanting to know every inch of him.
My legs fell away, feet pressing into the bed to give me more purchase against the mattress, grinding up into him as my hands slid lower, digging into his ass, and pressing him harder against me.
“Fuck,” Riff hissed, lifting up to look down at me, his eyes so hooded they were almost closed as he gazed at me, the pure longing doing something to my belly, making it flip-flop even as my heart swelled.
“Reid, please,” I begged, rocking harder against him.
I needed the feel of him like I needed my next breath. It was something necessary. Unavoidable.
His mouth opened, likely trying to give me another out that I didn’t want.
I was too far gone for that.
I knew what I wanted.
And I wanted him.
Now.
“Now, Reid, please,” I begged, lips meeting his neck.
On a groan, his weight shifted as he reached into the nightstand, finding a condom, then pulling back for just long enough to protect us.