Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Her fingers thread into my hair as I stoop to kiss the top of her shoulder. She makes a keening sound when my open-mouthed kisses trail to her neck and then her earlobe.
I love having my mouth on her.
She tastes sinful and heavenly all at once.
Our mouths find each other again until she starts tugging at buttons on my shirt. I stiffen at the realization she’s going to see me naked. I’m not freaking buff like Derek. Just a regular guy.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, breathless.
“I, uh, nothing.”
Her palms find my face and she pulls away to look at me. “Tell me. You’re in your head about something. What is it?”
I know she prefers directness over having to guess. It’s just embarrassing. But I say it because I know she wants me to.
“I’m not fit, you know, like the guys you’re normally into.”
She blinks at me, confused, as if I’ve lost my mind. “Are you seriously feeling self-conscious about your body right now?”
My cheeks burn hot, and I nod. “Well, yeah.”
Her smile is beautiful as it shines on me. “That makes too of us, honey. I’m literally stuffed into an undergarment meant to keep my gut held in. I’m not looking forward to you seeing all of me.”
“I think you’re hot as fuck,” I rumble, eyes boring into hers. “You have nothing to worry about because I think everything is perfect on you.”
“Likewise. Remember that next time you’re in your head about it.”
Knowing she sees me as desirable and someone worth getting naked with emboldens me. I start flicking through the rest of my buttons so I can shed the shirt. She helps with my undershirt and rips it away. My eyes snap closed when her fingertips ghost over my chest and abs.
“See, perfect,” she breathes. “Just like your cock which I’ve met personally.”
I grin at her. “He’s your biggest fan after me.”
We get lost in another heated kiss. She doesn’t resist me when I peel away her camisole. And, like she admitted, there’s some stretchy contraption wrapped around her torso.
“Take me to your bed,” I demand. “It’s mean to show me this gorgeous fucking body when I don’t have a bed to pin it down to.”
She grabs my hand, and we start for the stairs. Mo meows at us from the kitchen but wisely doesn’t follow. Once inside her room, she reaches behind her to unhook the thing she’s wearing, unwraps it from her body, and lets it fall to the floor. Her skin is red and indented from the material pressing into her. She sucks in a sharp breath when my fingers ghost over the angry flesh.
“Do you wear that torture device for yourself, or did you do it for me?”
She chews on her bottom lip. “I wanted to look hot for you.”
“You could wear sweatpants and a hoodie and never put on a stitch of makeup, and I’d still think you looked good enough to eat.”
A laugh tumbles out of her. “So, you’re saying I can throw it in the trash?”
“I hope you do.” I reverently rub her stomach. “I love your body, babe.”
She kisses me again and while she’s distracted, I fumble behind her to unhook her bra. I’m dying to see her juicy tits that taunt me every damn day. Her lips curl into a smile when I finally manage to undo the damn thing. All too eagerly, I start tugging it off her arms. Then, I stand back to admire her.
“Holy shit, woman,” I say, taking in the lovely sight. “I have never seen anything in my life that turns me on more than right now.” I reach down to rub at my cock through my jeans. “I’m going to come from just looking at you. How fucking embarrassing.”
She snorts out a laugh. “Nah, I won’t let you. You’re going to be inside me when you come.”
Her words inspire me to start yanking at my belt. With her eyes on mine, she unzips her skirt and lets it fall to the floor at her feet. Then, she puts her thumbs in her panties and shimmies them down. Oddly, the last thing she removes are her shoes.
Now she’s fully naked.
Bravely standing before me, insecurities and all.
I can do the same for her.
I’m not sexy at all as I rip off the rest of my clothes. She made undressing look like a seductive art form. Mine looks like horny desperation. Thankfully, she doesn’t shame me for it.
“Get on the bed,” I instruct, voice hoarse. “Spread those sexy thighs for me so I can get a good look at what’s mine.”
She obeys, turning to head for the bed. I get a glorious view of her ass. My cock jolts at the idea of fucking her from behind one day soon as I hold onto her ass cheeks. I give my dick a hard squeeze hoping to stave off the need to come too early.