Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77718 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77718 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“I really am.” He kisses me again, his mouth moving a path along my chin, down my neck. Pressing kisses along my collarbone, down my chest, to the valley of my breasts.
His fingers slide under the hem of my tank, the silk dragging up my skin, the rough pad of his fingers driving me to the point of madness.
He slides down my body, pushing my top over my breasts, and starts pressing hot kisses to my stomach, making me squirm with desire.
I reach down, take hold of my top, and pull it over my head, leaving me in just my bra.
Kind of like the first time I saw him—minus being wet through.
Well, I am wet. In fact, I’m soaking…so I guess it is like last time.
His eyes fasten onto my breasts, pupils dilating. “Nice bra.”
He licks a path up to my breasts. One hand covers my right boob, gently squeezing. The other, he sucks my nipple through the fabric of my bra. My hands fly to his hair, gripping the strands, my hips jerking up, seeking him out, needing to feel the press of him against me.
His hand leaves my breast and takes hold of my thigh, bringing my leg up, opening me to him, as he moves against me, his denim-covered cock rubbing against the spot where I need him, while he continues to torment my nipple through my bra with teasing bites and sucks.
Then, finally—finally—he takes my bra off, and then it’s mouth on skin.
My thighs tighten around him, gripping.
“You’re sensitive,” he murmurs as he licks my nipple, teeth gently grazing over my skin.
“You’re driving me crazy,” I tell him.
All the other men I’ve been with in my life, it’s been a quick foreplay fumble and then sex.
Ares seems to be in no rush. Taking his time with me. Getting to know what I like.
I slide my hands under his shirt, desperate to feel him.
He stops what he’s doing to me, kneels back, undoes a few buttons on his shirt, then reaches back, and pulls it over his head, tossing it to the floor.
Then, he’s back on me, skin on skin, and it’s heavenly.
My hands roam his broad chest and back while he kisses my neck, nipping my jaw with his teeth, and then he covers my mouth with his.
His tongue slides against mine, hot and hard, fucking my mouth like I want him to fuck my body. It feels like a promise of what’s to come.
And, boy, do I really want to come.
I’m starting to writhe beneath him, needing more, wanting all of him.
His hand moves between us, fingers firmly sliding over the crotch of my jeans, pressing right where I need him. The relief of the pressure has me moaning out loud.
“You want me here, Ari?” he asks in a guttural voice.
“Yes.”
“Say it. Tell me exactly what you want me to do, and I’ll do it.”
I meet his blazing stare. “I want you to make me come.”
“How?”
He’s going to make me say it. I’m not shy, but I’m also not used to vocalizing what I want. I usually just direct the guys or go with the flow.
But then I was drunk every time I ever had sex. Even when I lost my virginity, I was drunk.
This is the first time I’ll have sex sober. The enormity of it hits me like a freight train.
“It’s my first time,” I blurt out.
His hand stops moving, his face slackening with shock. “You’re a—”
“No! God, no! I mean…” God, this is mortifying. I cover my face with my hands. “This is the first time I’m having sex sober. All the other times, I was…” I trail off, not saying the words because he’ll know exactly what I mean.
“Ari.”
“Mmhmm?” I reply, not moving my hands from my face.
They’re moved for me and pinned to the bed on either side of my head.
“Look at me.”
I open one eye, peering up at him. His expression is hot and fierce.
“Both eyes.”
I sigh and open the other.
“We don’t have to do this yet, if you’re not ready. We can wait.”
“I don’t want to wait. I’m ready.” So ready. “But I just realized that I hadn’t ever…and what if I’m not very good at it…sober?”
“I don’t think that’s even remotely possible.”
“It’s possible to be bad at sex.”
“Not with me, it’s not.”
“Cocky bastard,” I utter.
He grins. “Babe, when two people want each other as much as we do, there’s no way the sex can be bad. It’s going to be hot.” A kiss. “And explosive.” A second kiss. “And it’ll feel so very fucking good.”
The third time he kisses me, I keep him there, kissing him back hard, sucking on his tongue.
My hands are still pinned to the bed. He starts to thrust against me. That big, hard cock pressing against my clit through his jeans and mine, driving me wild.