Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
She laughs again, but it’s a breathier sound this time, and soon becomes a moan as I cup her breast through her shirt. She’s the perfect, overflowing handful, and getting her nipples in my mouth is quickly becoming my new mission in life.
Before I can confess that or any of my other wicked thoughts, the elevator door opens and we kiss our way down the hall.
At the flat door, I wrench my lips from hers long enough to do battle with the lock, and then we’re inside, finally alone in the cool, citrus-scented darkness. I just had the flat serviced in preparation for family coming down to do some Boxing Day shopping after the holiday, which means clean sheets for us to dirty.
And dirty them we will…
“I should shower first,” she says. “And put on something less—”
“Don’t even think about it, Red,” I say, stripping her blazer down her arms. “I can’t wait that long to have you naked in my bed, and I’ve been dreaming about getting you out of this suit for hours. I want to unwrap you like a business-casual Christmas present.”
She laughs against my lips as we kiss our way through the minimalist living room. “A rumpled, coffee-scented Christmas present. I’m pretty sure Albert spilled beer on me, too, while we were dancing.”
“Hot,” I say, tossing the blazer to the rug by the couch as we move into the darker hallway.
“You like it dirty then, do you, Mr…” She pauses, pulling back to gaze up at me, wide-eyed in the shadows. “Jesus, Olly, I still don’t know your last name.”
“But you know that I’m devoted to your safety and pleasure,” I say, kicking open the door to the primary bedroom behind me. “Or you will know, very soon. Permission to undo the rest of your buttons with my teeth, Emily? My lips and tongue would very much like to pay tribute to your gorgeous, coffee-scented breasts.”
She sighs, her head falling back as I kiss my way down her throat. “Permission granted, you very bad man.”
“No, not bad,” I promise as I tangle my fingers in the chaos of her fabulous hair. “I’m going to be a very good man tonight, darling Darling.” I open her top three buttons with my teeth before pausing to press my lips to the constellation of freckles dusting the tops of her breasts. “So beautiful… And your nipples hard for me through the wrinkles? Poetry.” I move lower, capturing one tight peak in my mouth, sucking it through the fabric of her blouse and bra, pulse pounding faster when she moans and arches closer.
“God, Olly,” she pants, confirming that being Olly is far better than Oliver any day of the week.
“Good?” I murmur, dispensing with the rest of the buttons with my fingers, too eager for party tricks at this stage.
“Perfect,” she says, her breath catching as I curl my fingers around the cups of her bra, dragging them down until her breasts spill free.
Bloody hell, her pale, peachy nipples are a revelation.
And all the inspiration I need to resume my worship…
The first taste of her bare skin—salty and hot against my tongue—makes my erection test the integrity of my zipper. The way she clings to me as I lick and suck her soon has me so hard, I have no choice but to ask, “Is it all right if I take off my trousers? Things are getting tight.”
“No,” she says, dropping the temperature a good five degrees as she pulls away.
Before I can apologize for rushing things, her fingers are busy with my belt, one hand dragging the leather through the clasp as the other rubs me through my pants. “That’s my job,” she adds. “I like to unwrap things, too, you know.”
“I love that about you,” I say, my cock twitching as she drags my zipper down and resumes stroking me through just my boxer briefs.
“I love this…” She rubs her thumb across my swollen head, where the fabric is already damp.
“That I’m so turned on, I’m already leaking for you?” I ask, the dirty words emerging without my conscious permission.
But she doesn’t seem to mind.
In fact, she rather likes them, if the way she bites her bottom lip is anything to judge by. “Yes. Is that filthy of me?”
“Utterly.” I reach for the zipper at the back of her skirt, bringing my lips to her forehead as I confess, “But like I said, Emily, I love a dirty girl. Now let’s get you out of this skirt so I can see if your pussy tastes as lovely as your tits.”
We tear at the rest of each other’s clothes, quickly disposing of the rest of the barriers keeping skin from skin. And then this magnificent, winter storm of a woman is naked on my bed, save for a pair of little cotton briefs, and bloody hell…