Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
I brush my thumb across her cheek one last time, gentle, because I don’t want to push. “Good night, Orchid,” I murmur, voice low. “Get some sleep.”
She doesn’t answer, just nods once, lips still parted like she’s fighting the same pull I am. I force myself to turn and head upstairs to my room before either of us does something we can’t take back.
I strip down to my boxers and crawl into bed, but sleep doesn’t come easy. The house is quiet except for the occasional creak of the walls settling. Every time I close my eyes I see her in that black dress, feel her thighs trembling around my head, taste her on my tongue. My body stays half-hard and restless, mind spinning between worry for Enley and the dangerous ache I feel for the woman sleeping across the hall.
I don’t know how much time passes, maybe an hour, maybe two, when my door clicks open softly.
I sit up on one elbow, heart kicking hard. Moonlight spills through the blinds just enough to show Orchid slipping inside. She’s wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt that barely reaches mid-thigh, hair loose and messy around her shoulders. She closes the door behind her with a quiet click and stands there for a second, like she’s still deciding if this is a mistake.
Then she crosses the room and crawls into my bed without a word.
The mattress dips under her weight. Before I can ask what she’s doing, she leans in and kisses me. It’s soft at first, almost hesitant, like she’s testing if I’ll push her away. I don’t. I kiss her back, slow and deep, sliding one hand into her hair and the other to her waist, pulling her closer until her body is pressed against mine.
She tastes like toothpaste and something sweet that’s just her. The kiss quickly turns hungry. Her tongue slides against mine, a little desperate, and I groan into her mouth, rolling us so she’s underneath me. Her legs part naturally, letting me settle between them. The thin cotton of her t-shirt rides up, and I realize she’s not wearing anything underneath. The heat of her bare pussy presses against my thigh and I swear under my breath.
“Fuck, baby,” I murmur against her lips, voice rough. “You came in here with nothing on under this shirt? You trying to kill me?”
She makes a soft, needy sound and arches up into me. I kiss her harder, trailing my mouth down her jaw to her neck, sucking lightly at the spot that makes her gasp. My hand slides under the hem of her shirt, palm gliding over smooth skin until I cup one breast, thumb brushing her already-tight nipple.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I whisper, pinching gently until she whimpers. “Been thinking about this all night. About how sweet you taste. About how wet you get for me.”
I kiss my way down her body, pushing the t-shirt up as I go. When I reach her hips I settle between her thighs, spreading them wider with my hands. She’s already glistening, slick and ready, and the sight makes my cock throb painfully against my boxers.
“Look at you,” I say, voice low and filthy. “So pretty and wet. This pussy missed my mouth, didn’t it?”
I don’t wait for an answer. I lean in and drag my tongue slowly up her slit, groaning at the taste of her. She’s even sweeter than I remember. Orchid’s hips jerk, her hands flying to my hair.
“Poe…” she breathes, half moan, half plea.
“That’s it, baby. Say my name while I eat this pretty cunt.” I lick into her again, slower this time, circling her clit with the flat of my tongue before sucking it gently between my lips. She tastes like heaven and sin all at once. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right while my mouth works her over. “So tight. So fucking wet for me. You gonna come on my tongue again? Let me feel you fall apart, Orchid. I want to taste it when you do.”
Her thighs start to tremble around my head. I keep going, licking and sucking, fucking her slowly with my fingers while I tell her how good she tastes, how pretty she looks spread open for me, how badly I want to bury my cock inside her and fuck her until she can’t walk straight.
She comes hard, back arching off the bed, a broken cry escaping her lips as she pulses around my fingers and against my tongue. I don’t stop until she’s shaking and whimpering, drawing every last wave of pleasure out of her.
When I finally pull back, lips slick, I crawl up her body and kiss her so she can taste herself on my mouth. She kisses me back like she’s starving, hands roaming over my shoulders and down my back.