Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35372 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35372 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Then lower.
I slide off the bed at the bottom, hook my arms under her thighs, and drag her down 'til her ass is right at the edge. Her knees come up automatic and I push 'em wide, pin 'em open, one hand flat on each of her inner thighs.
She's already soaked.
I don't tease her this time. I had my fun teasin'. I drag my tongue up the whole length of her, one long flat pull, and she cries out before I'm even halfway up. Tastes sweet. Tastes like her.
I settle in.
My mouth works her slow, tongue circlin' her clit, and I slide two fingers up into her at the same time. Curl 'em. Find that spot. Work it in rhythm with my tongue and she's already squirmin', already pushin' her hips up into my face.
Her thighs try to close.
I hold 'em open. Push 'em wider. She whimpers and her hands drop to my hair, grippin' hard, tryin' to do somethin' with the sensations rollin' through her, and I feel her legs tremble against my palms. She's fightin' me. Fightin' herself. Tryin' to squeeze her thighs around my head to shut some of it off, and I won't let her.
"Legion—oh, god—Legion—"
Then her mouth opens up.
"Your tongue—fuck, your tongue, baby, right there, right fuckin' there—"
I pause.
Pull back just enough to look up at her over the curve of her belly, my chin wet, my fingers still workin' her slow. She's flushed all the way down to her chest and her mouth is open and she's lookin' at me like she forgot she said it out loud.
I smile. Can't help it.
"Keep talkin', baby."
"I—"
"Nah. You started it. Tell me how it feels. My tongue on your pussy. Tell me."
She makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob.
"It's so good—fuck, Legion, it's so good, your mouth—it's like —"
"Like what."
"Like it knows me—"
"It does."
"—feels like you're—oh god—feels like you're inside me with your tongue, baby, I can feel you—"
I reward her. Drag my tongue flat over her clit, slow, then flick it fast, then slow again. She jolts against my mouth.
"Keep goin'."
"Fuck—your fingers too—deep—you're so deep—"
"Tell me what my tongue's doin'."
"Circles—you're—god, you're circlin' my clit and it's—oh—it's makin' me— Legion—"
She loses it.
Mid-sentence. Her back bows up off the mattress and her thighs clamp down on my ears despite my hands and she comes hard against my mouth, grindin' up into me, makin' a sound I ain't heard out of her before. I ride it with her. Stay right there. Let her finish on my tongue and my fingers both, 'til she's shakin' and whimperin' and tryin' to push my head away 'cause it's too much.
I lick her clean. Slow. Savor it.
Then I crawl back up her body, let my mouth drag wet up her stomach and her chest, and I roll off to the side of her. Flat on my back. My cock so hard it's near painful against my stomach.
"Get on me."
She don't even hesitate. She rolls. Straddles me. Still shakin' from the orgasm, still catchin' her breath, but she's already reachin' down between us, linin' me up, sinkin' onto me slow.
Inch by inch.
She takes me all the way down 'til she's sittin' flush on my hips, and then she stops. Breathes. Looks down at me with her hair fallin' around her face, both hands flat on my chest.
"Ride me, baby. Slow."
And she does.
She rides.
Slow like I told her to. Rolls her hips down, comes back up, sinks again, and it's the kinda slow that's got nothin' to do with teasin' and everythin' to do with feelin'. Every inch. Every drag. She ain't chasin' nothin' right now. She's just livin' inside this with me.
Her hands stay flat on my chest. Mine come up to her hips but I don't push, don't pull, don't set the pace. Let her have it. Her hair's a mess and her mouth's still swollen from my mouth and she's lookin' down at me like I'm the only thing in the room she can see.
And I'm lookin' right back.
I ain't lookin' away. I want her to see me. Want her to see every ugly broken thing swimmin' behind my eyes and stay anyway, because she does, she always fuckin' does, and tonight of all nights — after the gas station, after Mike, after Laz walkin' across the bar with my own face — I need her to.
"You're beautiful."
I say it rough. My voice don't work right. She keeps ridin' me, slow, slow, but her eyes go wet and her bottom lip catches between her teeth.
"I love you."
Her hips stutter a second. Recover. She bends down closer, bracin' her forearms on either side of my head, her hair fallin' around both of us like a curtain, and she keeps movin' on me while she breathes me in.
"Say it again."
"I love you, Savannah Rose."