Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 138522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
I squeeze her bare backside and then set her on the floor at the foot of my bed, turning to face the mattress. I have her T-shirt, my T-shirt, over her head and on the floor, in about two seconds and then she’s all mine. “Gabe,” she whispers, and I cup her ample breasts and drag her fully against me.
“That’s right,” I say. “Gabe. Don’t forget who you’re with.” I pinch her nipples and not gently.
She gasps and then moans and her hands go to mine, that plump, perfect backside of hers pressing against my thick erection, teasing me with how easily I could be inside her, but inside her is not the right way to pull down those walls. Not yet. “Let me have that control I wanted earlier,” I demand at her ear, and then I lean around her to kiss her. “Let me have everything just tonight.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
“It means I’m going to find out your limits and take you beyond those limits.”
“Gabe—”
“That’s trust. I want the trust he doesn’t have. Have you ever been tied up?”
She stiffens. “Yes. I don’t like it.”
“Have you ever been spanked?”
“No. God. No.”
“So you don’t know if you like it,” I assume, reaching a hand down between her legs, stroking the silken heat there.
“I don’t. I—” She moans with the stroke of her clit and I turn her to face me, her puckering nipples pressed to my bare chest, one hand on her head, dragging her mouth to mine. The other is on her backside, squeezing it roughly even as my tongue licks and tastes.
She pants into my mouth and I lift my hand and give her backside a cautious smack. She stiffens and I squeeze her cheek again even as I deepen the kiss. When she sinks into the kiss, I repeat, lifting my hands and giving her another cautious but present smack. “Gabe,” she pants into my mouth. “Gabe, I—”
I kiss her again, taking and tasting, and I find no fear, no real resistance, to warn me to back off, but I want her submission. I want her willingness. “Did you like it?”
“I don’t know. I don’t—know.”
“Did you hate it?” I cup her face and tilt her gaze to mine.
“No. No, I didn’t.”
“What are you thinking about right now?”
“You. Just you.”
“And when was the last time you thought of nothing but the moment?”
“A very, very long time,” she confesses.
“Do you want to stay here with me?”
“I already told you I did.”
“Not here, in my apartment. We already made that decision. Here.” I squeeze her backside and give it another smack. She arches into my hips, my cock now so damn hard it hurts, as I add, “Here, in the moment. In the pleasure.”
“Yes. Yes, I do.”
I kiss her, a deep, demanding, wanting-all-I-can-have-of-her kiss that has me wanting my lips back between her legs. I want this woman on my tongue. I want this woman every way I can experience her. “Play in the moment with me, then. Do what I say. Anticipate where that takes us next. You can always say no. I’ll listen. Okay?”
“What are you going to tell me to do?”
“For starters,” I kiss her and turn her towards the bed, “I want you on your knees, beautiful backside in the air, and I want you to stay like that so I can look at you when I undress.”
“You want—no. Now I—”
I turn her around again and kiss her. “Trust me. Just trust me to make this all pleasure for us both.”
She breathes out a trembling breath. “But I—”
I kiss her. “Turn around, Abbie. Let go. Let me do you, instead of you doing you.”
She laughs. “That could mean so many things.”
“Right now, it means I’m fucking you and pleasing you. You don’t have to do it yourself.” I turn her to face the bed again and lightly trail my fingers over her nipples, easing my body from hers, giving her room to make her own decision. “On the bed, on your hands and knees and I promise you, nothing else but you and me will matter. Not now. Not in the moment we’re living.”
She inhales a slow breath and then steps forward. A moment later, she is naked but for her thigh highs and absolutely fucking gorgeous on her hands and her knees, her butt in the air as she rests on her elbows. I study her, thinking about all the ways that I’m going to fuck her and lick her as I go down on the mattress beside her. I run my hands along her back, leaning in to kiss the spot between her shoulder blades. My hand settles there, rests there, and I do nothing else until she whispers. “Gabe,” and tries to look over her shoulder at me.
I lean in then and kiss her, my hands finding her backside, my lips her ear. “I’m not going to spank you. Not tonight. I’m just going to make you wish I did.”