Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 125213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
I could have come just from that thought alone, that I had any power over this man who was unraveling me one lick at a time.
He kept his eyes trained on me as he licked and sucked, watching me closely as I gave him clues for what I loved most. He lapped at me with his whole tongue and I gasped. He circled my clit and I moaned. He sucked it into his mouth in steady, pulsing rhythms, and I shook and bucked and chased a release that was so close I could taste it.
And when he pressed just the tip of his finger inside me, testing the wetness before he plunged all the way in, I cried out his name.
“Yes, Aleks. Yes. Right there. Just like that.”
He groaned his approval, curling his finger inside me as he sucked my clit in tandem.
I’d come from a man going down on me exactly zero times.
I shouldn’t have been surprised that Aleks Suter would be the one to change that.
But I was. Shock and delighted excitement flittered through me as I felt that distinct buzz of my orgasm cresting. My breaths came shallower, legs shaking, toes tingling before they went numb altogether.
“Oh, God,” I cried, and I couldn’t help it. I was smiling. Because oh my fucking God, I was about to come on Aleks’s tongue. “Oh, fuck!”
Aleks clamped his hand on my hip and held me to him as he feasted, the other hand busy between my legs as he licked and sucked me to the promised land. I came in a rather embarrassing display of moans and whimpers with my legs trembling around him, head thrown back in ecstasy, and pussy throbbing with every wave of my orgasm.
When the blood rushing through me calmed, I realized how sore I was, my arms nearly giving out, the full weight of my legs resting on his shoulders. Aleks kissed the inside of each thigh with his mouth wet from me, lips curling as he took in the disheveled mess he’d turned me into.
“That was sexy as hell, Mia,” he murmured, kissing my thigh again. “Burned into my memory forever.”
I smiled, beaming under his praise, under that word I’d always wanted used to describe me.
Not cute.
Sexy.
And I felt it, too. I felt desirable with my legs spread for him, my breasts heaving, the shadows from the rain and the city lights reflecting over every inch of my body splayed out before him.
Carefully, Aleks untied the thong around my ankles, helping me stand up before he removed the jersey from my arms. He held me steady as I stretched everything, his lips slowly perusing my neck and shoulder as his fingers trailed lazy lines along my arms.
For a while, we stood just like that, my breathing slowing, heart steadying, body relaxing so much I could have fallen asleep right there in his arms.
“Shower and sleep?” Aleks asked.
Those words snapped my eyes open, and I pressed my fingertips into his chest. “Not a chance. Not until you follow through on that promise you made of filling me up.” I nodded toward his joggers. “Strip.”
Aleks barked out a laugh, knuckles tilting my chin up until my mouth met his. “Yes, ma’am,” he muttered against my lips.
He kept kissing me, his hands roving over my hips and navel and breasts as he backed me up. Before I realized what was happening, the back of my knees hit the oversized bean bag in his living area, and I toppled back into it.
I made a face, lips flattening as I blinked up at him. “You’re kidding.”
“Shut up and watch me take my clothes off.”
“You’re not fucking me on this thing.”
“Oh, is that so?” Aleks asked, arching a brow. Then, he made quick work of his shirt overhead, revealing an abdomen cut with muscle.
How the hell could a ribcage be so hot?
But it was. He was. That body was sculpted by years and years of playing a professional sport, of grueling skate sessions and hours in the gym. The ink stretched over his skin only added to the aesthetic.
He was absolutely mouthwatering.
He’d effectively stunned me silent, and his smirk climbed when he slid his thumbs under the band of his joggers and briefs. He slid them down over his perfect ass, his thick thighs, kicking them away and standing wide-legged and proud as he fisted his cock.
His very large, very thick, very beautiful cock.
And suddenly, I didn’t give a rat’s ass where he fucked me — as long as he fucked me soon.
“You know, on second thought, this thing is pretty comfy,” I said, voice more breathless than I would have liked as I spread out in the bean bag, wetting my lips and letting my eyes slowly trail him from head to toe.
Aleks chuckled, and that sound lit me up just as much as if he would have groaned. I loved how playful we were in this moment, how it didn’t feel weird or awkward or too serious. We were being silly, toying with one another like we always did.