Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 89898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Her back arches and her chin tilts back as my hands frame her in along the gold-painted wall. Warm and soft, her lips move against mine but not like I predict. She’s slow, methodical, each kiss a decided choice in an easy, calculated flow.
One hand cradles her cheek, her face a perfect mixture of hollowed and round. I brush my thumb against her jaw and am rewarded with a soft, feminine moan.
The sounds of our connection whisper through the room, echoing in the grand entryway. Years before I’m ready to break the kiss, she does just that.
Breathless, she pants as she pulls away, leaving me dragging air into my lungs. Dropping my hand, I let it skim her arm as it falls to her hand. Placing it in mine, I lead her onto the patio. She doesn’t object, just follows me as though it’s our nightly ritual.
Large plants in beautiful clay pots line the sides of the balcony, giving the feeling of seclusion. The sky is clear with a host of silver stars dotting the darkness.
The taste of her mouth is still fresh on my tongue as I sit on a chair with a soft crimson pillow. She slips her hand from mine and chooses a chair a few feet away.
A sliver of thigh is unveiled as she gets settled. My cock, already rock-fucking-hard, throbs so much it physically aches. I try not to wince as I will it to ease, sure I already have pre-cum in my boxers.
The breeze catches her hair, making it dance in a cloud around her. She pulls it into a knot on top of her head, and I’m surprised at how much it changes her appearance. Her cheekbones are sky-high, nearly touching the bottom of her lashes. The corners of her eyes are almost an almond shape, something I never noticed before. Everything about her looks more sophisticated, more regal, and I’m left no choice but to adjust my cock before it explodes.
“I’m going to admit something,” she says. “This is a little too easy for me.”
“What’s too easy? I’m fucking hard as hell.” Wincing, I openly cup myself and try to find some relief.
She grins. “That’s exactly why I sat over here.”
“Isn’t that a good thing? For you, I mean. That you make me this turned on?”
“Of course,” she breathes. “I just … um … I feel like we got here in two seconds.”
“I’ll tell you what, gorgeous. You sit over there until you’re completely and utterly sure this is what you want. And if you decide it’s not, you can walk out, and I’ll take a cab home.”
She cocks her head to the side as though she’s not sure what to say. She searches my face before smiling. “There has to be a bad side to you.”
“Oh,” I say with a low, rough chuckle, “I can be as bad as you want me to be.”
“That’s not what I meant,” she says, her hand waving toward her pinked cheeks.
I grin. “By the way you’re fanning your face, I think that’s exactly what you meant.”
Her hand falls to her side. “Do you always say what you’re thinking?”
“Absolutely not.”
Gripping the edges of her chair, she wars with herself about what to do. I’m not a man who will ever convince a woman to sleep with me, but I will let her know I’m willing. And so fucking able.
“But, for the record, I’m thinking about how wet your pussy is right now,” I say, resting my forearms on my knees. “I’m thinking how your muscles will spasm around my cock as it slides into you, how your eyes will struggle to stay open, the little sounds you’ll make as I suck on your breasts.”
Her breath stalls in her chest as her hips shift on her seat.
“I’m wondering what kind of panties lay under that dress and how easily they’ll slide down your thighs. How hot is your pussy? What does your slit taste like as I run my tongue up it and toy with your clit?”
As the breath she’s holding is released, with it seems to go a decision that is evident in the playfulness in her eyes.
“If I were wearing panties, they’d be soaked,” she whispers. Leaning back in her chair, one long leg lifting and crossing on the other, the corner of her dress slips and hits her right at the top of her thigh.
Gulping past the red-hot lump in my throat, I have to tear my eyes from the sliver of creamy skin. When I look at her face, her eyes shimmer with amusement.
Her tongue darts out, skimming her bottom lip. Her chin lifts ever so slightly, her eyes smoldering with the promise of a tease.
I’m only a man. A very virile, capable man who has limits and restraints just like the mortal I am. And I’ve hit my limit.