Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 174623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 698(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 698(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
"Do you not want me to?"
"Do you not want to?" I counter.
"Do I not want to taste you?"
I nod.
"If this pussy was the only thing I could eat for the rest of my life, I'd sign up right now."
I swallow, the vulgar word doing something unexpected to me. He said he'd use words he normally wouldn't use, and I guess that's one of them, but it makes a tingle run up my spine rather than making me want to scrunch my nose in disgust.
"Tell me what you want, Juliet," he urges.
"Taste me," I whisper, and he does without hesitation.
I watch as his tongue snakes out, swiping at the wetness on my panties.
"Oh God," I groan, holding onto his shoulders for balance, knowing he's the only thing holding me up right now.
"Feel good?" he asks, swiping at me again before letting me answer.
"So good," I moan.
"And this?" he asks, as he shifts the fabric to the side, forms a vee with two of his fingers, spreading me open before doing it again.
The warmth of his mouth against me has got to be the best thing I've ever felt in my life.
Nothing else exists other than the two of us, and how have I lived my entire adult life without this?
I'm so lost in the feel of his lips on me, tongue working me over, that I don't realize he's moving me until the backs of my legs are against the bed.
My eyes snap open as he urges me to sit.
"You stopped," I pant, unable to hide the disappointment in my voice.
He chuckles.
"There's so much more to come, Juliet," he says as he pulls his shirt over his head. "Are you still wanting to?"
I nod my head so fast he laughs. That sound is almost as thrilling to me as the way he says my name.
I watch his abdominal muscles stretch and ripple as he reaches into the back pocket of his jeans. When he pulls out his wallet, flips it open, and grabs a condom from inside, I don't know how to feel.
He looks down at it, flipping it over twice.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"It's been in here so long, I wanted to check the expiration date," he says, making me feel a lot better.
I have no control over this man or how he spends his time, but I also don't want to feel like this is just an everyday occurrence to him when it's such a big deal for me. I haven't been with anyone other than Graham.
My experience is very limited, and it was always a selfish act on my ex's part. What we've done so far is already a million times better than anything I experienced with Graham.
"Still good," he says, obviously finding the expiration date.
He tosses the condom on the bed at my hip before tossing the wallet on his dresser, ignoring it when it hits the top before bouncing to the floor.
"This isn't weird for you?" I ask, resisting the urge to cover up my bare breasts or suck in my stomach so I look smaller for him.
"What's that?" he asks, his hands pausing on his belt.
"All the conversation," I clarify.
"I don't find it weird," he says. "It would be weird if we just stripped and had sex."
"You've never wanted to do that?" I ask, remembering all the times there were no words spoken before I was expected to be ready for intercourse.
He narrows his eyes at me. "This feels like a trap."
I chuckle. "It's not a trap."
He considers his answer for a second before speaking.
"If we had been lovers for a while and we knew exactly what the other wanted and liked, then yes. I can see us just getting right to it, but that's not the case tonight."
"So you're being respectful?"
His smile is slow, but it looks a little devious as he runs his eyes down my body.
"Do you want to be disrespected, Juliet?"
"Is that what it's going to take for you to keep doing what you were doing before?"
I watch as his hands work to open his belt.
"That's not disrespectful. That's worship."
"Then worship me some more," I urge, my eyes following every movement of his hands.
He pauses with his fingers on his zipper after flicking open the button on his jeans, and I know he realizes he has my full attention.
He releases his zipper and bends down, working open the laces of his boots, kicking them aside before standing again.
I'm just as entranced when his fingers go right back to his zipper. The sound of the teeth coming apart is the equivalent of a winning bell on a slot machine that just hit the jackpot.
I had no idea this was what was in store for me when I told him I wanted to kiss him earlier. It's so much more.
This isn't going to be just sex. It's going to be an experience of a lifetime.