Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 120838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 604(@200wpm)___ 483(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 604(@200wpm)___ 483(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
After a brief stutter step, he was across the room. His fingers wrapped around my ribs, I was up, and then we were both down, deeper into the bed, me on my back, Dair all over me.
And I meant all over me.
All the nerves I was experiencing wobbled when he essentially tackled me.
They vanished completely when his mouth crashed down on mine, and he was kissing me, hard and wet.
He did this while his hands roamed—ribs, waist, hips, the small of my back…down.
Gripping my ass, he pulled me up into his hard hips.
At what I felt there (already!), I whimpered and yanked at his lightweight sweater.
He arched away, tore it off, and I got not near enough time to take in his broad, defined, perfectly furred chest before he tossed the sweater to the side, and he was kissing me again.
However, with all that exposed and available to me, I might not be able to see it, but I embarked on a voyage of discovery with my hands and learned instantly it was the best trip I could take.
Warm, silken skin over steely flesh, plains and dips and jags.
The ridges of his ribs were sensitive, as was the skin just under the waistband of his jeans.
Scrumptious.
He found the sensitive skin behind my ear and manipulated it with lips and tongue until I was squirming under him.
I positioned to flip him in order to make more of him available to me, but as I made a move to do so, his body locked, and his teeth sunk into the fragile tendon of my neck.
This caused a full body quiver.
Oh.
Wow.
My panties flooded at his message of just who was going to dominate the proceedings.
I didn’t put up even a minimal fight.
I immediately acquiesced, relaxing under him.
His mouth moved to mine, and he growled his approval against my tongue, and that was so fabulous, I mewed against his.
We kissed and we explored, and finally, Dair’s fingers curled into the low neckline of my nightie, and he dragged it across my breast, across my nipple, and it felt so good, I moaned into his mouth.
But that mouth left me to latch on my nipple.
Like he started this, he didn’t go slow. He didn’t take it easy.
He was demanding and aggressive. He licked, sucked, nipped and scored his teeth across my delicate flesh as I arched and moaned and had no choice but to focus entirely on what he was doing, losing focus on touching him.
No, all I could do was curl my fingers into his hair with both hands and hold him to me.
He switched breasts.
I whimpered my delight.
With his fingers, he played with the wet nipple he left behind, and he didn’t do that gently either. Pinches. Tight rolls. There was slight pain amidst the waves of pleasure I was drowning in, and I wanted it, I yearned for it, I was aching for it.
This wasn’t me.
I knew what to do in bed, but I didn’t expect much from it. I’d climaxed rarely with a partner. Usually, they’d have to take care of me after, if they even bothered.
This was…
It was…
It was pure magic.
His mouth came to mine just as his hand traveled from by breast to my belly, and as I was learning with Dair, he didn’t fuck around.
He went right into my panties, over the tuft of hair there, and with one long finger, he went right into me.
That felt so amazing, I tore my mouth from his and cried out.
His brogue was deeper, rough when he encouraged, “That’s it, lassie,” as he pumped his finger in and out of my wetness.
My hips moved with agitation to meet his strokes.
“Fucking hell, Blake,” he bit out then his finger was gone.
Before I could protest, my nightie was gone too, not to mention my panties. In fact, I thought I felt one of the strings snap as he yanked them off me.
Oh my.
So good.
He pushed my legs apart with unhidden demand, rolled between them, and then he was going down at me.
Holy hell.
My back left the bed as I ground into his mouth.
“Aye, baby,” his words vibrated into my sensitive folds as his big hands pressed my legs wider “offer this sweet, pretty, wet pussy to your man.”
Oh God.
So good.
He ate me as uncompromisingly and confidently as he’d done everything else to me.
I was in ecstasy, a trembling mess under the demands of his tongue (and sometimes teeth). He stroked and sucked and tongue fucked.
“God!” I cried.
Almost there.
So damned close.
And it was going to be spectacular.
He pulled away.
Good Lord, no.
I lifted my head to search for him and found him by the side of the bed, shoving down his jeans.
Okay, yes.
Jeans off, he straightened, and for the first time, the whole of him accosted my eyes.
Thick thighs. Boxed abs. And a cock that was exciting in length, but thrilling in girth stood proud from a thatch of thick, dark hair.