Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
"That feels so good." It's the truth, even if it comes out as a whispering whimper. I had no idea a mouth on my neck could do this to me. It's better than a thousand back rubs, and I never want it to end.
My words urge his mouth into a new gear. His teeth brush my skin, then take hold and don't let go, dragging a gasp out of me. My skin prickles so hard it hurts, except my body reads the hurt all wrong. It thinks it’s pleasure. An incredible, engulfing kind of pleasure.
"Gawd." I speak toward the ceiling, and my eyes give in and close. My hands find his shoulders, and how solid he is under them only winds me tighter. A tightening starts just below my belly button and wraps me all the way to the tops of my thighs.
Allister's scent fills my nose, my head, slows my thoughts down to nothing. He smells spicy and clean, like warm skin and something darker underneath. In his lap, I'm a doll. Small and safe. And the usual ache in my legs is just gone. Whatever he's doing to me, somebody needs to bottle it and sell it.
He grips my head, takes control, and fixes my mouth to his. Then it's all desperate, wet need, my arms wrapping around his neck, moaning into the kiss. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, some of his gentleness gone now. But for some reason, I like that as well. I'm not sure how far I want this to go, but my body takes over, and I start rocking my hips up and back over the hard length of him through his trousers.
Wetness rushes out of me, but I don't stop. I can't. He moves with me, guiding my body forward and back, his mouth working mine with raw need. His hands settle on my hips. His mouth lifts off mine as he leans back and catches my eyes.
He goes still, like he's caught some change in me.
"What is it? If you're not sure, precious, if you want to stop, I'll stop. Right now, just say the word. You're running this show, Leah."
The concern in his voice melts the last of my doubt, and I press harder, desperate for the tension to snap. I'm close to something with no name, and I want to throw myself over the edge into whatever this is with him.
"You've never cum before, but don't be scared. Remember, I said I'd never let you fall, precious, and I won't…" His voice drops, and then his mouth is on mine, biting and pulling back while his hands take over my body, swaying me, circling me. My open legs ache as I force them wider, needing this, all of it, whatever it is he's giving me.
"I want it," I mumble.
"Just hold on, you're close, aren't you?" His hips meet my rhythm. Somewhere far off, I know I should be embarrassed by how forward I'm being, how much I want this from him, but I'm not. Not a bit.
"Yes," I hiss, and one massive hand splays at the center of my back and pulls me flush against him. My head drops against his, and his mouth works that magical spot on my neck just under my ear.
He drives the grind faster, pushing my body down onto his. The swirl catches fire in my toes, and whimpers spill out of me as he works me faster, harder, our bodies falling into a rhythm neither of us taught the other. He doesn't miss a single thing my body needs.
His stubble rasps over my skin, and it bursts into heat as the ache inside me takes hold. That fire climbs out of my toes and drags my whole body down into it.
"Allister!" I cry out, half pain, half ecstasy. I need to know he's here with me.
He answers, crushing me against him like he'll never let me go.
There's no warning. I explode with a power I didn't know existed in me, making noises I didn't know I could make, screaming and shuddering as the tension spills out of me. I'm shaking and jerking, calling his name again as he roars into my neck, his arms wrapping me up until I can't tell where I stop and he starts.
It's beyond anything I have words for. May said orgasms were great, but great is a stupid, silly word for what just happened here.
I'm out of breath. Allister's face is buried in the crook of my neck, my arms twisted around his head, clinging like he's the only solid thing in the storm raging through me.
He twists us around, holding me against him as he guides me back onto the bed. "Lean back," he rumbles next to my neck, and I do as he says without question.
My body is still quivering, so wrung-out I barely know how to make it obey, but his voice runs straight to some place under my thoughts, and my body listens. His grip loosens, and I let go of his head, arching back, gasping for air as his hands wander down from my waist.