Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
I let out a soft moan, arching my back slightly, my hands gripping the sheets beneath me . . .
I like where this is heading . . .
I feel so spoiled by him tonight and wonder if it will always be like this.
A girl can dream.
I moan to encourage him.
He pauses, looking up my body with a mischievous grin, fingers plucking open the last of my buttons. “You like that?”
“Yes.” I pause. “I do.”
I didn’t realize I loved having a man go down on me as much as I do. In the past I’ve always been so . . . prudish about it. Dex, though? He can go down on me all day long. In the offseason, he can make it his second job.
Ha!
He continues his journey south, lips trailing lower, kissing the soft skin of my belly. Beneath my belly button. My pelvic bones.
Every touch sends a wave of pleasure through me, my body quivering with anticipation.
Keep going, my brain says.
Don’t stop . . .
I close my eyes, losing myself in the sensations. Our worries from the past week, the arguments, the doubts I might have had, all those fade—at least momentarily—replaced by the warmth of his big hands. I am putty in his damn hands.
Dammit! I’m one of those women now!
The kind who let sex addle their brain!
Who knew . . .
Dex’s hands slide beneath me, lifting my hips as he kisses along the elastic of my thong. It’s lacy and see-through and gone before I can say “Houdini.”
He glances up at me, seeking permission before he puts his mouth there.
I nod, my breath hitching in my throat.
How can my temperature be this hot when he hasn’t even put his tongue inside me yet?
Magic.
His mouth opens, pressing gently against my most sensitive spot, and I gasp, tensing. It already feels so amazing. Incredible. Climactic.
I grip the sheets tighter. My knuckles are surely some shade of white.
His touch is firm, his hands splayed on my inner thighs, keeping them open, thumbs brushing back and forth close to my folds. It only adds to the pleasure.
His tongue works, exploring. Teasing. Driving me wild with need. Driving me closer and closer to the brink I already know is coming because he’s given it to me this way before.
Flick.
Flick . . .
Every suck sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, building like a crescendo, lifting me higher and higher.
My back arches again.
I can hardly think or catch my breath, and I remind myself to feel and stop thinking.
My hips move of their own accord, as if his dick were inside and not his tongue, seeking more . . . more of the exquisite pleasure. The pain of waiting.
I let out another soft moan to urge him on, my body beginning to tremble with the intensity. Things quake. I try to make them stop, but they’re not cooperating.
Oh my God . . .
“Dex,” I whisper, my voice shaking too. “Please . . .”
“Please what?” He looks up at me, eyes dark with desire.
I can’t say anything.
The sight of him with his face buried between my legs is enough in itself to send me over the edge. He holds my gaze as his tongue licks me, as his mouth sucks.
He’s just so fucking good at this . . .
Too good.
I clench my inner muscles, knowing that the tension will make the orgasm stronger.
I am a tight coil ready to snap.
“J-Jeezus . . . ,” I mutter, grasping for his shoulders, fingers brushing his flesh.
Reach for his hair—it’s the only thing I can cling to other than the sheets.
My breath comes in short gasps as I strain toward my release.
Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, that coil inside me snaps like a rubber band.
I cry out, convulsing with the force of my orgasm.
Tremors.
Shivers.
Racks of delicious, pleasurable pain.
But Dex doesn’t stop. He keeps at it. Sucking. Licking. All the things to prolong my pleasure until I’m a limp, breathless mess. When he finally pulls away, I can barely move, lifeless and sated.
I find my voice. “Oh.”
Oh = oh my God.
Oh = orgasm.
He crawls up the bed and gathers me in his arms. When I’m finally able to move my arms, I wrap them around him and rest my head on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. It’s steady but fast, thumping as wildly as mine.
His hand strokes my hair, his touch soothing and comforting.
He kisses me.
“You’re amazing,” I whisper, my voice still shaky.
“No, you are.”
I won’t argue with that.
I can feel him smiling as his warm breath caresses the crown of my head.
“Wanna know something?”
“Hmmm? You want to watch a sports movie because you’re not in the mood for a rom-com?” I joke, brain barely functioning at the moment.
Dex laughs. It rumbles in his chest.
His big, broad, beautiful chest.
“Literally not at all what I was gonna say.”