Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“You’re not a lousy partner. You’re just someone with a secret that affects other people. It’s natural to be on alert and defensive.” When I lean back, she pushes my hair away from my face and studies me, her eyes full of tenderness. “But I’m not going anywhere.”
“And if there’s a body, we can apparently hide parts of it in cake like you did those horrible pickles.”
Simone snort-laughs. “I was wondering if you’d ever tasted them.”
“Oh, I did. Before I bit into it, I was wondering why it was so thick. Afterward, let’s just say I spent the next few hours gagging at the memory of the texture. Thanks for that.”
Her smile grows even broader, and I catch myself smiling back at her.
“So…we’re good?” I ask timidly. I feel like I screwed this up between us and she’s being really understanding about it.
“We are…after you hear my dreadful secret.” Her expression is grave.
I’m a little suspicious, given that it might be too convenient for both of us to have dreadful secrets all at once. “What’s that?”
“I’m a Capricorn.”
I groan at her bad joke, and she erupts into laughter. That does it. I grab her and try to touch her sensitive waist. We fall onto the bed together, half-tickling, half-wrestling. “Not funny,” I declare, laughing at her amusement. “This is very serious.”
“You going to punish me?” she teases in a coy tone, then bites her lip.
This time, when I groan, it’s because of arousal. Such a flirty tease. I move in and kiss the full lower lip she just bit, sucking lightly on it. She gasps and reaches for my breast, squeezing it. Her roving, eager fingers find the tip and she rubs it lightly through my clothing, stroking back and forth.
My nipples are instantly erect and aching. We’ve been together enough times that we both know what makes the other person go crazy with arousal. Sex can go very quickly, or we can edge the hell out of each other. Tonight, it’s clear that Simone wants quick and dirty.
Sounds good to me. So, so good. We keep kissing, her tongue flicking against mine as her hand steals down the front of my pants. “I’m going to buy you a toy,” she whispers between kisses, her fingers framing my clit. “The biggest, nastiest toy I can find, and I’m going to fuck you with it for hours.”
I moan against her lips. “Don’t need a toy. Just need you.” She slides her hand lower, grazing against the entrance to my body and sending heat unfurling through me. “You and your perfect fingers.”
“You like my fingers?” She dips one inside me.
“I do. God, I do.”
“You want me to make you come?” She maneuvers a finger inside me, now brushing against my G-spot. “Because I wanna watch you come.”
I can’t even answer. All I can do is make vague whimpering sounds and cling to her as she kisses me and whispers filthy things. Her fingers stroke and tease me in all the right places, and when I come with a teeth-clenching orgasm, she murmurs sweetly to me until I relax against her, spent. Her hand remains parked between my thighs, stroking my labia and petting me as if she can’t get enough.
Nuzzling against her throat, I press kisses against her skin as I bask in the afterglow of my intense, delicious orgasm. Sex with Simone is always good. She knows just how to touch me to make me wild, and I never struggle to come. She makes it easy, and now that I’ve caught my breath, I want to give her the same release. “You want me to make you come, too?”
“You know I do.” She chuckles. “That’s like asking a kid on Christmas if they want their presents early. The answer is always yes.”
Fair enough. I kiss the hand she pulls from my pussy and lick my taste from her fingers. Simone hums in her throat, pushing into my mouth. I suck on her fingertips as I push her nightgown up, exposing the pretty tuft of hair covering her pussy. I dip lower, parting her folds and fingering her just as thoroughly as she did me.
I love watching her lose control, watching her lips part as she sinks into pleasure, as her eyes flutter closed. Her pussy grows wetter and wetter, making slick sounds as I set a teasing, constant pace. Her legs spread wider, her heels digging into the mattress as I work her. I can feel when she comes, her inner walls clenching and spasming around my relentless fingers. I kiss her knee, and her release feels almost as good as my own. “I love you,” I murmur, kissing her soft skin. “Love you so much.”
She collapses back against the bed, her legs sprawled and boneless. There’s a fine sweat on her brow, and I move to lie against her side, curling up with her. I slide an arm around her waist, and Simone holds me close, because she loves an after-sex cuddle as much as I do. “I love you, too,” she tells me, breathless. “That was amazing.”