Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
I don’t want just a piece of this woman.
I want all of her.
I press my lips to hers one last time. “As much as I love your mouth, there’s another part of you I want to kiss.”
The blush that rises to her cheeks is too fucking adorable.
With careful hands, I turn her body until she’s straddling my chest before sliding down the mattress until her ass is positioned perfectly in front of my face.
“Now that’s one of the prettiest views I’ve ever seen.”
She groans and mutters, “I can’t believe you’re staring at me like that.”
I massage her cheeks, pulling them gently apart so I can see every damn inch of her. In the morning light that streams through the curtains, her body looks like it’s been dusted in gold. I haven’t even touched her yet and she’s already dripping.
“You have no idea what you do to me. The sight of your soaked pussy, ready and waiting for me to touch you, is enough to make me come all over myself.” I rise off the mattress, closing the distance between us just enough to swipe the flat of my tongue over her slit. The moan that falls from her is sweet music to my ears as I continue licking her, nibbling her delicate flesh, dipping my tongue inside her body until her muscles loosen and she’s spreading her thighs even wider, giving me plenty of room to maneuver.
“Does that feel good?”
“God, yes.”
“Do you feel how hard you make me?”
She strokes her fingers along my length before fisting my cock and pumping it. I strain against her, the rush of sensation hitting me hard. My reaction is immediate and overwhelming, a reminder of something I’ve always understood about myself, even when I didn’t have the words to express it when I was younger.
It wasn’t an exaggeration when I admitted that my pleasure is directly tied to hers. If she’s not there with me—feeling it, wanting it, meeting me in the middle—then everything falls flat. The connection disappears, and with it, the whole damn point.
That’s one of the reasons things unraveled with Sarah.
When she stopped enjoying sex, something fundamental broke between us. Not all at once but piece by piece. Desire turned into obligation. Touch became something carefully avoided instead of something sacred to be shared. And without that mutual spark, without the sense that we were giving to each other instead of just going through the motions, intimacy lost its meaning.
With Kia, it already feels different.
Her reactions matter more than my own. The way she responds, leaning in instead of pulling away, it all feeds something deeper within me than physical need. It reminds me what true intimacy is supposed to be like.
Not the kind that’s one-sided or empty.
But the kind that’s shared.
She takes me into her mouth, sliding down to the base before gradually returning to the tip again. I continue licking her, pushing her relentlessly toward orgasm, waiting for the moment when she climaxes and I have the pleasure of licking up every last drop. Her movements turn voracious, and it feels so damn good. It doesn’t take long before my balls are tightening as my cock swells. Every muscle stiffens as I hover on the verge of losing control.
Although, I’ll be damned if I come before she does. I adjust her hips until I’m able to nibble at her clit. The noise she makes vibrates around my cock. Just as her pussy spasms, I find my own release, coming harder than I have in a long time. Maybe ever. A tight fist grips my heart, squeezing it painfully, as she deep throats my cock, swallowing down every drop of cum.
It’s only when I soften that she presses a kiss against the tip of my length. I do the same to her clit, savoring the taste of her. She lays her head against my thighs, her warm breath floating over me as I massage her gorgeous ass. As I stare at her drenched core, I realize that I could happily stay naked in bed like this forever.
I press another kiss against her pouty lips. “Pretty sure there’s no better way to start the day.”
When the world finally rights itself again, she straightens and crawls off me. The second her warm weight disappears, I miss it.
Thankfully, she doesn’t go far.
A few seconds later, she settles against my side, nestling close, her cheek pressed to my chest, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world to fit herself into the space between my arm and my heart.
“That was…”
“Good?” I ask cautiously.
She tilts her chin until our gazes can meet and hold. “Much better than that. No one’s ever bothered to take their time with me or focus on my pleasure the way you did.”
Her honesty breaks me wide open, because this woman deserves that and so much more. I drop a kiss against her forehead, letting my lips linger as I breathe her in. “I’ll give you that every morning,” I murmur. “If you let me.”