Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29593 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29593 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Fascinated, I use my thumb to pull her cunt apart, spreading the folds so I can more closely examine the flushed center of her. Sure enough, there is a tiny, deeply purple nub buried in her flesh, visible when parted. It protrudes slightly as I pull her skin taut, and Melody shivers in response. No direct touches. All right, then. I stroke the pad of my finger along the side of it, testing.
She whimpers, her entire body quivering in response.
I…can’t tell if she liked that or not. “Was that bad or good?”
“Good. Very good.” Her fingers tighten on my clothing. “Do it again, please.”
I rub her again slowly, watching her face as it contorts. The strange thing about the expression of a person in the throes of pleasure is that it looks exactly the same as someone experiencing a muscle cramp. So I eye her, noting her responses. How the scent of her grows thicker, how she starts to rock her hips against my touch. How she braces her hands on my shoulders and all but shoves her breast into my mouth as I stroke and pet that one spot on her body.
My fingers cramp and I decide that I no longer need to view everything. She makes a sound of protest as I adjust, until my hand slides between her thighs again. I settle my finger into her cunt once more, pushing cautiously into her even as I use my thumb to delicately massage the area she likes best. The clit—except not, because I touch around it and not on it.
Melody’s breath heaves as if she’s picking up something heavy. She wheezes, straining, and leans forward to bury her face against my neck. “Don’t stop,” she moans, voice muffled against my throat. “Please don’t stop. Change nothing. Just keep going.”
Change nothing. Just keep going. I can do that. I continue to tease her, my finger moving inside her alongside my thumb. She’s extremely wet now, her body making the best slurping noises I’ve ever heard, and I’m utterly fascinated at her response. Did she ever get this wet before? I don’t remember these noises, just like I don’t recall the utterly mouth-watering scent of her that’s flooding the room.
She quivers, tensing and clinging to me. Melody bites down on my neck as her cunt clenches around me, rippling and contracting as she lets out a little whine. I don’t stop rubbing, not even when her whines turn to choked gasps and she twitches with every movement of my thumb.
Then she puts a hand over mine between her legs. “Wait,” she tells me, panting and breathless. Her breath is hot against my throat. “Need a moment.”
“You bit me.” I loved it.
“Sorry.” Her tongue brushes over my skin, a licked apology, and I nearly come in my trou.
“Don’t be sorry. It was good?”
“Oh my god,” she moans. “So good.” She nuzzles against my throat and slides forward, and it takes me a moment to realize she’s trying to crawl into my lap. I move my hand out of the warm cradle of her cunt and grip her hip instead, my fingers wet and drenched in her scent.
She cuddles up against me, breathless, and I hold her close. My hands stroke over her naked skin, grazing over scars and soft flesh, over lean thighs and the most ridiculous feet with stubby, strange little toes.
“I only made you come once,” I remind her after a moment. My cock is aching, the throb of my pulse echoed in my shaft. I want to do more to her. Not just pleasure myself, but to give her more. I’m greedy because I need to watch her come over and over again. I need to memorize every response she makes, every sigh she gives. “We talked of at least three earlier.”
“Mmm,” is all she says, and she sounds sated. Like she’s eaten a fine meal.
“I promised you more,” I repeat, my voice gentle even as I slide a hand along the inside of her thigh. With a little sigh, she parts them, welcoming my touch once again. “Should I stop?”
“You can touch me as much as you want. I’m yours and you’re mine. Don’t think I’m not putting my mouth all over you soon. Very soon.” She rubs her nose against my neck, even as she twists in my grip to allow me between her thighs. And twists again, shifting her weight. “You have a bony leg plate right under my ass. It’s kinda killing my vibe.”
I adjust her lower on my leg. “Better?”
She wiggles her bottom and then shakes her head. “Now I’m falling off your knee. Let’s go to bed. Yes?”
Bed is an excellent idea. I lift her up in my arms and take her with me, hauling her across the room and then settling her gently atop the blankets. She reaches for me, trying to pull me down next to her, but I detangle myself with a smile and kneel on the floor between her dangling legs. “I told you three orgasms, remember?”