Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
My attention comes crashing back to Eli when I feel his warm breath stir against my center. His lips press a gentle—almost reverent—kiss, before lifting his gaze back to me. The desire I see written across his features make my knees grow weak. He gently presses me back on the bed. When that’s done, he positions himself in front of me down on his knees.
“My beautiful Daphne,” he murmurs, as his hands move over my legs and thighs.
He leans over. I meet him and our lips touch. I open to him automatically. He deepens the kiss as I lay back completely on the bed. His body has moved between my legs as if it was the most natural thing in the world. His mouth moves down the curve of my throat as his teeth tease the skin with gentle nibbles that increases my need for him. I moan, the sound hungry and more animal like than my own voice. His lips travel further down, and I cry out when he sucks my nipple into his mouth.
“Eli,” I groan, biting into my lip to keep from screaming out a demand for more. His fingers, separate the lips of my pussy pressing in. My hips rise to meet his touch, as his teeth bite gently against my nipple. My fingers find their way to his hair as I use any strength I have to hold him to my breast—never wanting him to leave.
“Fuck, I wish we had more time, baby. I want to take my time with you and show you how much you mean to me.”
“Then, stay with me,” I practically beg.
“Soon. Right now, there’s no time. As much as that kills me, I have to hurry. That means you need to be a good girl for me and play with these beautiful tits. Show me how you like them touched. Can you do that for me, Daphne?”
The way he says my name is so tender that it almost makes tears come to my eyes. “Yes.”
“That’s my baby. I’m going to enjoy seeing all the ways you’ll give into me. I’ll make sure you love every minute of it,” he promises. I know I will. There’s not even a question in my mind. He kisses his way down my stomach, as I begin tugging on my nipples. I’ve never been this turned on just from foreplay before in my life. I can feel how ridiculously wet I am. I haven’t had sex in a long time. Even before that it was far from satisfying because Dane and I were steadily growing apart—I may not have realized it then, but I definitely do now. Still, even with how long it has been, I shouldn’t be this wet. I can feel it coating the inside of my thighs, as his fingers push into me. I hear the wet, slick sound, and I moan. “So ready,” he groans as if it’s physically painful for him. “I can’t wait to bury myself so deep inside of you that you can taste me. I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby, fill you completely full of my cum that it will drip out of you for days.”
“Yes,” I pant, wanting it now—not wanting to wait. “I need you, Eli.” He doesn’t answer. Instead, his fingers begin tunneling in and out of me while his tongue flattens and slides against my throbbing clit. “Oh fuck,” I whimper. He groans in response. His fingers stretch me as his tongue and mouth lap up my juices, while torturing my clit. At one point, I’m sure his face grinds into my aching pussy. I thrust up, trying to grind against him and take what I want. The strokes of his fingers become more forceful, faster. I feel his other hand grab my hip, lifting me deeper into his mouth. I tighten my grip on his hair, tugging with an intensity that would shock me if I could grasp a thought that would make sense right now. Nothing does. There’s only the pleasure of him working my body. The heat spreads from my core and down my spine. “I’m going to cum,” I whine, wanting it and regretting it at the same time. “Don’t … want … it … to end,” I gasp out brokenly, knowing that when I detonate it will ruin me and leave me hungry for more. Knowing he will have to leave, makes that the last thing I want.
“I know baby. I know. Right now, I need you to be a good girl and come for me,” he rumbles against my aching center, his fingers still working me. “Come all over my face.”
That one lone order as he goes back to my clit sucking on it, his teeth nipping while his face pushing against my core breaks the last thread of resistance I have. I cry out his name with the force of my orgasm. It thunders through me with the force of a hurricane. My entire body feels as if it explodes. Pleasure like I’ve never known crashes over me—wave, after wave, after wave. Through it all, I feel his tongue lapping at my juices, his hand gliding down my hips, and his voice here and there, praising me. I begin to lose touch with reality. There’s only his touch and voice grounding me, beckoning me to not let go. I try, but the pleasure is just too much, the exhaustion from my climax presses down on me like a weighted blanket, leaving me feeling safe and secure … loved.