Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
“Mmm … good,” he says, kissing my shoulder. “You never had teppanyaki or played an escape room before, either. It’s a night of firsts.”
CHAPTER 27
CAM
Stella looks at me like she’s not sure if I’m serious.
I arch a brow in response. Challenge accepted.
By the way she got off on Wyatt’s lap, I don't think it’s going to be difficult at all.
I tap her shoulder. “Turn around.” I help her slide backward and stand up, then tug at one of her belt loops. “Okay if I take these off?”
Her eyes go big, and for a moment, I’m afraid I’ve pushed too far. “I’m not trying to have sex with you. It’s too soon for that. I just want to make you feel really good.”
“It’s been a long time since I …” Her words trail off as her eyes flicker toward the floor.
“Then this will be perfect. Nothing you need to do but enjoy yourself.”
“What are you planning to do?” Her question is quiet as a whisper.
I cup her chin so she’ll look at me. “Since I can’t kiss you here—” I brush my thumb over her bottom lip. “I’m going to kiss you here.” I trace a line from her hip toward her center, not quite touching her there … yet.
She’s quiet for a moment, then barely audible when she says, “No one’s ever done that.”
“Oh, Stella.” Maybe she’s inexperienced, or maybe she’s been with selfish dicks. Maybe both things are true. “I’ll make it so good for you. I promise.”
When she nods, I take off her pants, exposing silky pink underwear. “So pretty,” I say, as I kiss each of her soft thighs.
She’s covering the lower part of her stomach with her hand, and I hope it’s just a random thing, but in case it’s not, I kiss her there. “Your curves are so gorgeous. I love how soft your skin is.” I press my lips all along her middle, on her belly, her hips, her thighs. “I’m honored that you’re letting me see your beautiful body.”
My words seem to relax her, but there’s still tension in her legs.
I’ve heard that women can be self-conscious about having men so close to this part of their body. ”You don’t understand how sexy you are, how good you look, how good you smell.”
I slide her panties down and draw in a breath. “You’re so gorgeous, Stella.”
With reverence, I draw a finger through her folds. “I love how wet you are for us.”
When her stance softens, I ask her if she’d like to sit on Wyatt’s lap, and she nods.
I’m glad Wyatt’s here to hold her and make her feel safe and comfortable while I focus on her pleasure.
“Women seem to have no idea how good they taste.”
Her brows shoot up, and I give her a grin, then move in to sample her, first with a short lick, then a longer swipe of my tongue over her clit, making her … giggle?
“Did that tickle?”
She nods. “A little.”
“Try to relax.” I love making women laugh, but that’s not my goal at the moment.
Wyatt toys with her nipples and nuzzles her neck, as I drape her legs on the outside of his knees, spreading her open. “You look so good, and you taste even better,” I tell her. “A beautiful flower, with the sweetest nectar.” I take another long taste, and am happy to hear her moan instead of laugh.
My mouth is fully occupied now, but if it wasn’t, I’d explain that if women truly understood how men felt about their pussies, they’d be shoving them in our faces all the time. They’d be sending us pussy pics, giving nicknames to their ladybits, and talking about them nonstop.
Nah, women are much too classy for all that, but I wish they knew what goddesses they truly are.
Stella’s juices are flowing, dripping from her almost faster than I can keep up with. Her hips are quivering, and her intermittent moans are turning into a steady whimper as I focus on her clit, circling it with my tongue, flicking across it over and over, until she cries out.
“Let yourself go,” Wyatt tells her, sounding rough himself.
I almost feel bad keeping Stella’s pussy all to myself, but not bad enough to stop and switch places. At least Wyatt’s having a good time playing with her gorgeous tits.
I wasn’t sure Wyatt would be game for sharing her at all, so I’m shocked when he tells me, “Fuck her with your fingers, Cam. Make her come.”
I check for Stella’s response to this, and she looks surprised but doesn’t appear to object. In fact, she tilts her hips, giving me better access, and my cock, already rock hard, aches for her.
Next time. Hopefully soon.
I bury one digit inside her wet heat, and Stella moans. Fuck, she’s so wet.
Wyatt groans, his eyes fixed to where my finger disappears inside her over and over. I curl it to stroke a spot inside her, and am rewarded with the sight and sound of Stella losing control.