Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
I went to her then, unable to stand having her so far away from me any longer.
“Lark?”
She looked up just when I gathered her into my arms.
“Yeah?”
“Kiss me.”
I didn’t make any more promises. It was what it was, and I wouldn’t be able to prevent whatever was going to happen from happening. I could prepare for it, though. I could also show her that no matter what, she was important to me.
I would not let her down.
“Okay,” she breathed.
Then her soft lips were on mine.
I was still sweaty from my run, but she didn’t seem to care.
Hell, she was practically touching every inch of my body, running her soft hands down the swells of my pectoral muscles, up over my shoulders, and down the length of my arms.
All the while she kept her lips on mine.
Then her tongue hesitantly licked my parted lips, darting inside quickly before pulling out again.
Three times she did this before my frustration was complete, and I took the kiss over.
I inhaled her, breathing in her scent while sucking her tongue into my mouth.
Our teeth clicked together as I tilted my head and deepened the kiss, charming her tongue with mine.
Soon she was pressing against me, and I realized right then and there that I wouldn’t be able to wait very long.
It’d been days since I’d had her.
I’d done her so thoroughly that even I was sore the next day.
But with the rush and bustle of the last couple of days, we’d done nothing more than heavy petting before one of us either had to be at work or go to sleep.
Now, though? Now I was going to take her like I’d been dying to do.
I wanted her, and I wanted her bad.
Pressing my cock into the apex of her thighs, I maneuvered her until I felt the couch at the back of my knees, and sank down. I pulled her with me, settling her on my lap.
“Roll over.”
She frowned at me, pulling away and looking dazed.
“What?”
I moved her until she was lying on her back across my lap.
Seconds later, I had the zipper and button of her jeans undone, and I was shoving them off of her hips roughly. Frantically.
“Holy shit,” she breathed, helping me now at seeing my urgency.
I chuckled darkly and pulled her back into my lap once she was naked from the waist down.
“Need you.”
I couldn’t even talk in complete sentences at this point, my desire was so fierce.
I wanted her.
I was mad as hell.
And those two things weren’t a very good combination.
I couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t convey what I wanted to convey.
I’d never been good with words to begin with.
Hell, I’d almost failed my English class in high school because I couldn’t write a goddamn paper that I’d known about since the beginning of the semester.
But I’d always been good with my hands.
And I was showing her that now.
She liked what I was showing her, too.
Her hips lifted, knees spread, and suddenly she was giving herself to me completely.
Eyes glazed, she watched me play with her. My fingers started at the top of her knee and moved in at the same pace until both hands were in the crease where her thighs met her hips.
I squeezed lightly before sweeping both thumbs up and out, brushing both digits over the neatly trimmed hair of her pussy.
“You ever shave?”
She shook her head. “Never had a reason to.”
I grinned. “I don’t care. Bare. Hair. Your pussy is pretty, and I can’t wait to taste you.”
Her eyes widened when I parted the lips of her sex and dragged one thumb down the length of her sex, only to push directly inside once I felt her opening.
“Baylor.”
Her words were husky, and I couldn’t stop the growing smirk from filling my face.
“Yeah?”
“You make me crazy,” she breathed. “Just do it.”
“Do what?” I asked, teasing her by pressing my thumb in and out of her entrance, spreading her growing wetness until it coated everything that I could reach without moving my hands.
“Fuck me.”
I shook my head.
“I don’t want to fuck you…not yet.”
“Then what do you want to do?” she snapped. “Knit?”
I burst out laughing and pulled her in close.
“I want to taste your come on my tongue,” I said. “I want to drink it from you as you orgasm…see if it’s sweeter that way than when you’re just aroused.”
She looked up at me with hooded eyes.
“H-how are we going to do that?”
She eyed the back of the couch with concern.
I chuckled as I fell sideways, positioning my head in the middle of the cushions.
“Sit on my face.”
She brought her hand up to my beard, running her fingers lightly over the closely-clipped hair.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
I did the positioning for her, making sure she was comfortably on my face before I flicked the tip of my tongue over her clit.