Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“I think I want to just sit right here and let the feeling come back into my lower half.” She sighed, closing her eyes.
Once my socks were off, I stood and started working on my clothes.
First the belt, followed shortly by my cut, which I set nicely on the table in the corner of the room.
Then I took hold of the collar at the back of my neck and hunched my shoulders as I pulled the long sleeved t-shirt over my head.
“The feelings are definitely starting to come back into my lower half again.” Adeline rasped in a husky voice.
I turned to find Adeline’s eyes on me, dissecting my every move.
“Oh, yeah?” I asked, stalking to the bed.
She nodded her head, and then moved her legs, pressing them together for relief.
Reaching my hand down, I grabbed her by the ankle and yanked her down to the end of the bed, causing her to squeal in surprised excitement.
“Kettle,” she gasped.
“Tiago. Call me Tiago.” I demanded, as I practically shredded her pants in the process of trying to free the button, and ripped them, panties and all, down her legs, leaving her bare to my hungry gaze.
“Do you know what it does to me to have your pretty little tits and your hot little pussy smashed up against me and not able to touch you? To smell your scent for five straight hours? To have you run your tiny hand up and down my stomach and thighs? I’ll tell you what. It makes me so horny for you I can’t even see straight.” I growled.
My voice sounded like it’d battled with gravel and lost with its abrasiveness.
I let my fingers explore Adeline’s inner thigh, teasing the sensitive skin with the very tips of my fingers.
“Touch me,” she pleaded.
I grinned at her, leaning down into the bed with one clenched fist and used the other to run the length of my palm up the smooth expanse of skin that lined her stomach.
“So soft,” I said, leaning down and kissing her skin from the top of her pubic bone until it met the barrier of her t-shirt that was bunched up underneath her breasts.
“Off,” I demanded, nudging the shirt with my nose.
She lifted up and ripped the shirt over her head, tossing it in the vicinity of the floor, leaving her in a black lace bra that cupped the perfect swells of her breasts to perfection, and left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
I could see the dark circles of the areolas, and make out the perfect nipples that were hardened to tight peaks.
When her dainty fingers went to the clasp of her bra, I stayed her hands.
“Let me play, first.” I instructed her.
Then I showed her.
Using only my mouth, I trailed my lips from one creamy swell to the other. Then I repeated the process with my tongue.
Her hands went to my head, trying to show me the direction that she wanted me to go; I took her cues and allowed her to push my face until it was centered over one pebbled tip of her nipple.
“What?” I rasped. “Do you want me to lick it through the fabric?”
I didn’t wait for her to answer though.
Circling one turgid tip with the tip of my tongue, I blew on her chest to make them harden even more, before leaning down and sucking hard.
Her body, which had been laying quivering on the bed in anticipation, bowed, following my mouth as I pulled, drawing exuberantly on the tiny tip.
When she became impatient with the attention on the one nipple, she hooked her finger on the cup of her bra and pulled it away, exposing the dusty brown nipple on the other side, just waiting for the attention of my mouth.
I obliged, switching breasts as I sucked the other wanting tip into my mouth and drawing roughly on it, eliciting an excited response from Adeline.
When I felt her body urging my own insistently, I let the turgid nipple slip from my mouth and looked at her face.
She didn’t wait to explain to me what she wanted though; she scampered out from underneath my large body. She slowly pushed me until I fell on my back.
I went willingly, allowing her to maneuver my pants and underwear off my legs.
My erection sprung free from the confines of my pants in a lunge and bobbed for a few seconds before settling to point at my chin.
“Jesus, I can’t believe that thing fits inside me.” She observed before leaning down and letting her tongue slip from her mouth to flick the tip of my nipple.
“Don’t touch,” she warned, as she felt the hand I’d lifted start to run along the inside of her thigh.
I ignored her warning and let my callused hand skim the inside of her thigh, stopping at the brink of touching her outer lips with the outside of my finger.
When she moved forward to run her tongue down my stomach, she’d inadvertently allowed my knuckles to brush against her smooth, wet skin, provoking a groan of torture from her.
That luscious mouth of hers found my jutting erection in the next moment, and I barely bit back a groan of torture myself, when the thigh I was resting my hand on moved as she straddled my chest.
I discovered that there was finally a draw back for me on being so tall and dating a woman that was nearly a foot shorter than I was.
I couldn’t reach Adeline’s beautiful pussy while she was working my dick with her mouth.
That wasn’t to say I couldn’t touch with my fingers though, but I found that I could torture us both if I just stilled my hands and waited for her.
My hands went up the back of her legs and came to a stop at the swell of her ass.
Both thumbs dipped inside, and parted her slippery folds, but I didn’t do anything more, only watched her pussy in anticipation of things to come as she worked my dick with her mouth.
I could tell it was getting to her though, because only after a few long, tortuous minutes of her trying to swallow my dick as far as she could, she let it go abruptly, turned on my lap, and sat herself on my dick before I could get another word in edgewise.