Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“Not fair,” he breathed. “Fighting dirty.”
“Remember when you said you wanted to explore all of my tattoos with your tongue?” I suggested before sucking on his ear lobe.
“Yuh-huh.”
“Well, I want to do the same to you.” I pressed him back against the counter and lowered to my knees before reaching for the button on his pants.
“I don’t have any ink,” he said. His eyes were dazed, and his hair was a little messy on one side from where my nose had nuzzled it into a puffy nest.
“Let’s pretend,” I suggested, slowly pushing his pants down to reveal another adorably bright pair of briefs. These were turquoise with orange stitching. His erection already tented the cotton pouch in the front enough to pull the elastic band out from his skin. I rubbed my cheek against it and enjoyed the ragged breath it drew from him.
I looked up and met his eyes. “I’m going to describe what I see, the imaginary tattoos on your pristine skin.”
Parrish’s chest rose and fell more quickly. “Can we…” He looked around, suddenly realizing the only bed in the place was in the room where the baby slept, and I realized I was going to have to get serious about building an addition on this place sooner than later.
For now, I scooped him up and brought him into the living room where I nudged the coffee table aside and threw down the sofa quilt before setting him down on it. “Better?”
He nodded and reached for me, but I pulled back so I could get undressed before touching him again. I knew if I began kissing and touching him again, I wouldn’t be able to stop. Parrish watched me hungrily as I stripped down. He finally realized he still had some of his own clothes that needed removing, so he got to work pulling off his shirt. Thankfully, he left the sexy briefs on. He’d already learned how much I enjoyed removing them myself.
I started with the skin at the top of his foot. “Pholisora catullus,” I murmured, dropping a light kiss. “A black one with white specks.” I moved over to the delicate skin covering his ankle. “Lerodea eufala. They’re nondescript but chill. I like them because they have a kind of shrug.”
As I dropped kisses up the inside of his lower leg, I continued. “And right here, I’m imagining a Thorybes diversus or maybe Vanessa annabella.” When I got to the meaty round shape of his calf, I met his eye. “For sure an Ornithoptera alexandrae right here. In a gorgeous bright blue.”
He put his palm over his mouth, and that’s when I noticed his eyes were bright with tears. I quickly moved up to find out what was wrong. After swiping my thumb under one eye to catch a rogue tear that had escaped, I asked if he was okay.
“You learned about butterflies.”
I smiled down at him. “A little.”
“For me,” he added.
“They’re important to you.” I caressed the side of his face. “Which means they’re important to me.”
Never in my life had I felt such an intense need to make someone feel special, to make sure—without a shadow of a doubt—he knew he deserved respect and kindness. I wanted him to feel heard and desired, valued and adored. I didn’t want him to experience one single moment of wondering whether or not he was cherished.
Parrish turned his face into my chest and muffled a sniff. “Sorry,” he squeaked.
I ran a hand through his hair and lay back, pulling him onto my chest. “I didn’t finish,” I said lightly. “I was kind of looking forward to inking the inside of your thighs with my tongue.”
Parrish shucked off his briefs and scrambled back until he was sprawled in the center of the quilt like a snow angel. “Continue.”
I went back to kissing and nibbling my way up the inside of his legs until spending so much time on the upper part of his inner thigh, he started whimpering and begging. I nosed past his sac and licked the crease between his leg and his balls before moving to his hip and sucking up a pink bruise.
Parrish couldn’t keep his legs still, and he’d finally let go of his manners and grabbed handfuls of my hair to yank my head up.
“Inside me. Want you inside me. Please.”
I lunged up to kiss him on the mouth, to steal my way inside of his sweet kiss and taste him before seeking out some lube and a condom. Once I’d kissed both of us breathless, I raced across the small house like a naked intruder to grab what I needed from the bathroom.
When I got back, one hand was stroking his dick slowly and the other was reaching further down to brush fingertips against his hole. Part of me wanted to watch him play with himself, but a much stronger part of me wanted to be the one doing the playing.