Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Fuck that. I don’t even want to think of it. I want every thought to disappear. And in its place, her. Her curves. The sweet soft sounds she makes. And the look in her eyes. That beautiful hazel longing. I want to remember that forever. Everything else can spend eternity in a hell I no longer remember.
She tips her face up to mine, making a soft moan as I kiss her deeper.
God, she’s sweet. Sweeter than any candy I’ve ever craved. Cold air still clings to her clothes, so I run my hands up and down her sides and over her back, warming her up and loving how she shivers beneath me. It’s almost too good to be true. I wish I could stay in this moment and never leave.
Gretel presses closer, her arms going around my neck. She gets up on tiptoes, her curves against my stomach, and whimpers.
“Gretel,” I murmur, and push her hair away from her face. I want to devour her. I think I could kiss her forever if she’d let me, but there’s so much more of her. I dip my head to lick along her neck, and Gretel gasps.
“Hansel.” She tips her head back, giving me more access to the tender side of her neck, so I kiss there, too. Suck on it. The scent of her skin is intoxicating and so completely her that I’ll never be able to tear myself away.
Not if it means giving her up.
I push that thought out of my head and angle Gretel closer. My cock is hard and in need, and she wriggles her hips slightly when she feels my hard length pressed against her, her lips parting.
Everything about her is an invitation. Her large, dark eyes. Her plush lips. The pink in her cheeks from the cold. Need surges through me like the fires surged across the fields, and suddenly I can’t stand it anymore. I’ve been sitting next to her all day, and I need to give her something other than cold and fear and thinking about the witch.
“Let’s get these off. They’re keeping you cold.”
Taking my time, I help her undress.
“Yes,” she whispers, and lets me lift her dress over her head. Her underdress. I need her naked. I need to see all of her.
And then she helps me all the same. Her fingers brushing against my skin is electric. Everything about her turns me on.
I take her face in my hands. “All I care about is you.”
Kissing her naked is like nothing else. I can’t stop touching her. I run my hands over her hips, and her lower back, and her breasts. Leaving open mouthed kisses down the dip in her throat. I’m obsessed with every detail of her.
Gretel moans when I circle her nipple, so I stop and pay attention to both of them. God, she’s so soft. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
Her eyes fly open when I start to delve my hand lower.
She pants, the firelight reflecting in her eyes, and leans into me.
Then slowly, tentatively, she spreads her thighs.
“I need to touch you,” I tell her.
“Yes,” she breathes, and I brush my fingers between her legs.
Gretel is already wet, and so soft I could come right then and there. I take my time getting to know her. Gretel moans oh and yes and grips my arm, holding on tight while I test her opening with my fingertip.
“More,” I say out loud, and pick her up in my arms.
I kiss her on the way to the bed, then lay her down on the quilt she put out. Gretel kisses me back just as hard. As if she missed me just as much as I missed her.
When I can stand to leave her mouth, I kiss down to her neck, then to her nipples, and then to her belly. Gretel’s hands find my hair. Even her breathing turns me on. The arch of her back into the quilt is perfect.
I move my shoulders between her thighs and lick her clit. She’s sweet as fuck and the way her hips buck at the sensation fuels me on.
Gretel lets out a long moan and opens her legs wider for me.
This is what she deserves. Everything I can give her. I lick her and taste her and swirl my tongue over her clit and lap up her arousal. I don’t care about my own throbbing cock. All I care about is Gretel’s pleasure, and the strangled cries of pleasure she keeps letting out, and the way her hands grab at my hair to keep my face buried in her pussy.
I suck at her clit until her thighs shake.
“Hansel,” she cries out my name, her voice high and breathy. “Hansel—I’m—oh, I have to—” I don’t stop, I don’t let up as she thrusts herself closer and her fists ball the blanket on either side of her.