Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
The air between us feels thick enough to touch. I halt at the edge of the bed, drawn to the trust in her eyes and the quiet, willing surrender in the way she waits for me.
“Look at you,” I rasp. “You’re a fucking sight to behold.”
Her lips part, but she doesn’t speak. The only sound is our uneven breathing as I climb onto the bed, closing the space between us one inch at a time.
The moment stretches, turning heavy and electric. I reach out, tracing a path along her thigh, her hip, and the dip of her waist, committing to memory everything about what’s unfolding between us. Her skin is warm and damp beneath my fingers. Every shiver sinks straight into me, uncoiling something deep inside.
My mouth finds her knee before drifting higher. She trembles, whispering my name like it’s both a plea and a prayer, and I swear I’ve never heard anything sweeter.
I pull back just enough to stare at her, needing her to see the truth in my eyes. “You have no idea what you do to me. Or how much I want to take care of you. Both of you.”
As I lower my head, I realize this woman, this life we’re building, is everything I’ll ever need. Everything I never knew I longed for.
By the time I reach her inner thighs, she’s quivering with need.
My tongue slides between her lips in long, unhurried strokes, only wanting to savor her taste. Her gasp breaks the silence as her hips jerk. My mouth lifts into a knowing smile as I take my sweet damn time, driving her higher. I circle and tease, brushing barely-there passes over her clit until she’s shaking with pent-up frustration.
“More,” she pleads. Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging and urging as her body arches against me. “Please, Oliver.”
Her desperation shreds the restraint I’ve been clinging to, and a guttural sound tears from me as I press deeper. “I’m going to lick this sweet pussy until you’re screaming my name.”
And then I make good on that promise.
I nibble at her, bringing her to the edge before backing off and starting all over again. Her body twists beneath me, arching to get closer. Just when I think she’ll cry out, I suck her clit into my mouth, drawing it carefully between my lips until she falls apart. With a scream, her thighs clamp tight around my head as her release floods my tongue. I lap up every delicious drop, riding out every quake of her body until she collapses against the sheets in a boneless heap, her chest heaving.
Only then do I rise, guiding my cock to her soaked entrance until the head slides easily through her slick heat. The silkiness of her pussy makes my muscles tighten as sweat breaks out across my brow. Her body clenches around the tip, as if trying to draw me closer.
I press forward one inch before stopping. My jaw locks as I fight to maintain control. Her nails dig into my arms as her hips lift in a silent plea for more.
“Be patient,” I say against her mouth, though the command is more for me than her. “I need to feel you take me slowly.”
Only when she settles do I ease in another inch. Her inner walls stretch around me, clutching me tight, and a groan of pleasure tears from me. No other woman has ever felt as good as Rina. There’s something about the welcoming warmth of her body that makes me lose my mind.
She gasps as her back bows off the bed. “Oliver…”
I press deeper, savoring the way she molds to me. Each gradual advance has her tightening, drawing me in like she was made for this.
Made for me.
By the time I’m halfway inside her body, my vision blurs at the edges. I drop my forehead to hers, panting, forcing myself to hold still when every instinct screams to bury myself to the hilt with one powerful thrust.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I groan. “So tight. You have no idea what you do to me.”
With a whimper, she rolls her hips, trying to take me deeper. I grip her thigh, pinning her in place, needing the torment of restraint almost as much as the release waiting at the end of it.
“I should stay right here,” I grind out, kissing her hard, tasting the desperate little cries on her tongue. “And tip fuck you.”
“Please don’t. I need to feel all of you. I love the way you fuck me.”
“Don’t worry. I’m going to give you exactly what you need, but first I want to stretch you out nice and slow…”
Her answering moan undoes me, obliterating every shred of resolve I have left.
“Fuck,” I grit, thrusting another inch as her inner muscles clamp down around me. “I can’t. Not when you’re this wet, this ready. You’re mine to fill, baby. All of you. Mine.”