Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 116759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Lily gave me a beleaguered look but stopped trying to get away.
I squeezed her hips again. “We do only what you want to do in this bed. I will survive a life without blow jobs.”
She let out a huff of laughter. Although Lily didn’t blush, there was always a certain look in her eyes that told me she was mortified. I never wanted her to feel so unsure around me she was embarrassed.
“I mean it, Lily.”
She searched my face as she nibbled on her lower lip. I waited patiently, giving her space to make the next move. Finally, she asked, “What if I wanted to try … but take it slowly?”
The thought of her mouth anywhere near my cock made it salute in answer. “We don’t have to.”
“I want to. If I can’t, we stop. Or would that be torture?”
I grinned, shaking my head on the pillow. “No, it wouldn’t be torture.”
Nodding with the same determination I’d seen on her face when she was researching, Lily edged backward to tug on my zipper.
I lay perfectly still, amused by her concentration as well as totally turned on by it.
“You won’t … thrust?”
Voice hoarse, I replied, “I’ll lie perfectly still, I promise.”
Lily freed my cock, her hand a tight fist around it. She gave me a hard tug and I bit out an expletive at the pleasurable sensation. My heart rate picked up as Lily bent her head and took me into her mouth.
“My God.” I huffed, the blood rushing in my ears.
Just the sight of her plush lips around the head of my cock was enough to make me want to come.
However, her uncertainty because of past experiences kept me in check. My hands fisted in the duvet beneath me as I tensed against thrusting into her hot, wet mouth. Instead, I lay there, watching and muttering curse word after curse word as Lily sucked what she could of me into her mouth. When she released me, it was to lick my length with such intense exploration—like I was a fucking ice-lolly she was relishing. Bloody hell!
The touch of her mouth suckling on my balls almost sent me flying up off the bed.
“Lily!” I cried out, my hips arching without thought. “Bugger, sorry.”
Her sexy, pleased little smile before she took me back in her mouth was almost my undoing.
Anytime a woman had done this for me, it wasn’t in this slow, seductive fashion. This torturous exploration created a more intense buildup. As I was begging for release, Lily sucked the head of me while pumping the root with her fist.
“I’m going to come,” I gasped out in warning so she could release me.
Lily let go with her mouth but kept her hand around me and my mind blanked as the orgasm exploded through me. There was no other descriptor for it.
Shuddering, I melted into the mattress in deep, languid satisfaction. My racing pulse rushed in my ears.
Opening my eyes, I looked down to find Lily sat off to the side, a wide, amused look on her face.
“Bloody hell,” I muttered, slightly stunned by the force of my climax.
“I’ll say.” She snorted. “I had to move out of the way, or I’d have cum in my hair right now. That was a geyser of a climax, Mr. Thorne.”
Laughing, I scrubbed a hand over my face, trying to ease out of my sex daze. Finally, I dropped my hand. “Come here, Sawyer.”
Smiling, she moved across the bed. I drew her against me, kissing her softly before she cuddled into my chest. “You liked it?”
Now it was my turn to snort. “Was the geyser not evidence of such? The important question is whether you liked it?”
“I did.” She turned to look up at me, her dimples appearing with her smile. “It was sexy. I felt good making you feel good.”
Such overwhelming adoration flooded me, I momentarily couldn’t breathe with it. “Do you even know how much I love you?”
“I’m starting to get the impression it’s a lot.” Her dimples deepened.
“And these.” I reached out, brushing my thumb over the indents in her cheeks. “I’m obsessed with these.”
“You are?” Her smile widened with pleasure.
“From the moment you first smiled at me with those dimples, I was a goner for you, Sawyer. I’ve never believed in love at first sight until I met you.”
Her eyes widened. “You didn’t love me at first sight.”
“I did. I was just too stupid to realize it.”
“It was attraction.”
“It wasn’t,” I insisted. “I mean, it was … but it was more. It was like a sixth sense. Like my instincts recognized you were the one. Maybe even before we met. When I was listening to you on the podcast, I … I had to meet you. Then I did and I couldn’t let you go. Why do you think I carried on that stupid charade? Or why I went to such trouble to get you to be my friend? I know it’s bloody cheesy but, my soul knew before my brain did that you’re the love of my life.”