Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
She’s now bared to me. Every part of her physically and emotionally. I haven’t even had her yet, and I swear I could still die a happy man.
My eyes open when I feel her warm touch on my cheek. I stare down into her beautiful blue pools, seeing emotion there. It’s always that way when she’s looking at me. She gives me a side of her that no one else gets to see. I probably shouldn’t enjoy that as much as I do, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t.
I lean down, taking her mouth in a gentle but possessive kiss. She lets out a small moan before trying to deepen the kiss. It takes all of my self-control to pull back. I need to take this slow no matter how tempting or demanding she becomes. I want to savor every single part of her.
I move my mouth down her jaw, feathering kisses along it. She writhes underneath me but doesn’t try to take control. She wants me to take care of her. I continue my journey down the column of her neck. Her taste is pure heaven on my tongue.
My mouth waters at the sight of her pretty pink nipples. I suck one of the hard peaks into my mouth, giving it the attention it deserves. Naomi arches her body, pushing herself farther into my mouth. I move over to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention.
My hands stroke down her silky hips, that softness of her that is only for me. To the rest of the world, she’s cold and calculated, but right now, under my touch, her skin is petal soft and her neediness is red hot. I give her scar a trail of kisses, making her breath hitch.
Lust thunders through my veins when I reach her hips with my mouth so close to her cunt. My mouth is already watering, knowing I’m about to have her sweet peach taste on my tongue.
I slide off the side of the bed, pulling her to the edge. My mouth hovers over her cunt; her breaths are erratic, and her hips try to lift to press herself against my face.
“Pax.” My name rolls off her tongue, thick and filled with need. Her tiny clit pokes out between the lips of her pussy, begging for attention. I part them with my fingers, not wanting anything in the way of it and my mouth.
“I’ve got you,” I tell her. “You lie there and let me worship this pussy like it deserves.”
I cover her pussy in an open-mouth kiss, wanting to have as much of her in my mouth as I can get. A choked gasp leaves her as her body shudders, my tongue working her clit.
“It’s happening, oh, oh, oh!” I feel her build before she explodes with the orgasm rocking through her. I circle her clit with my tongue, making her body jerk, her clit overly sensitive.
I’m not done yet. I want another from her. Her cunt will be dripping with need before I thrust inside of it. I work a finger in and out of her.
“I don’t, I, ah…” I smile against her pussy, enjoying her loss of words at what I’m doing to her body. I might be on my knees for her, but I fucking feel like a king.
“You can take it,” I tell her. “You’ll do it for me because you know how much I need this, need you.” I keep working my fingers in and out of her. She’s so tight. Fuck, I need to feel this around my cock. My stomach muscles tighten as I push down my lust, reminding myself this isn’t about me. That her pleasure always comes first.
“For you, yes.” Her hips barely lift, answering me that way too. Showing me she’ll give what I ask of her. I circle her clit, nudging her toward another orgasm. I build her up, getting her to the edge. When my name slips past her lips again, I hook my fingers inside of her.
Her back arches off the bed, the orgasm consuming her. I flatten my tongue on her slit, stroking out every drop of the orgasm until her body falls back onto the bed, all her muscles relaxing.
I press kisses to the inside of her thighs, making sure that my short beard that has filled in throughout the day rubs against them, knowing she loves the sensation from it. When I stand, she doesn’t move, her eyes still closed, her thick lashes lying against her now rosy cheeks. A soft smile rests on her lips, utterly content.
I rip off the rest of my clothes, needing to be skin to skin with her before I lean down and lift her easily, moving her to the center of the bed. Naomi’s eyes flutter open to meet mine.