Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Today, she deserves a chance to catch up on some much-needed rest. Quietly, I slip out from under the covers, careful not to disturb her with the intention of preparing her favorite breakfast in bed. After my quick shower.
Winnie lifts her head from the plush pink bed in the corner, her eyes half-lidded with sleepy curiosity. She fixes me with a lazy, one-eyed gaze before deciding that my movements aren't worth her attention, and she nestles back into her cushion with the ease of an unemployed, spoiled-rotten diva.
A crisp chill wraps around me as I stand, invigorating and sharp against my skin, but it soon fades as I adjust to the room's brisk temperature. I make my way to the bathroom for a quick shower, hoping to start the day off right.
The warmth of the shower eases me awake, and I’m lost in the hypnotic rhythm of steam and spray when Sage slips in. Her delicious curves press against my wet body. I pull her in closer, letting her enticing curves mold against my damp skin as our mouths crash together with a passion that leaves us breathless. My tongue delves into her mouth as her hand finds its way between us, grasping my cock. A tremor courses through me as my thoughts fade away.
I grow dizzy and groan, deep and guttural, pleasure knocking every thought from my head except her. My hands trace the curves of her hips, pulling her against me as the water slicks us together. She's electric, alive, and so damn sure of herself. Every press and pull of our bodies are jolts like live wires snapping in a confined space.
“Miss me?” she gasps, eyes dancing with mischief.
“Fuck yes,” I say, and it’s raw, the words tumbling out as she leans in for more. Her mouth meets mine with an intensity that shakes loose every other plan I had for this morning. To hell with it. Breakfast can wait.
She breaks away with a smile that makes the room spin, and before I can even process it, she's moving lower, her hands scorching tracks down my chest, her knees hitting tile. She looks up, dripping wet, confident, and hungry, and it takes everything I have to keep from losing it right there.
Sage’s mouth is on me, and the world narrows to that single, searing point of contact. Her hand wraps around my cock, and I watch it disappear between her lips, every muscle in my body going rigid. I'm lost, breathless, and reeling from how completely she's undone me.
“Jesus, Sage,” I pant, voice ragged and edged with disbelief. “You’re gonna kill me.”
Her breath is a ghost against my skin, her hand relentless as it strokes me. “Just let me work.”
And I do. Or I try to. I watch, riveted, as she takes me again, the sight and sensation almost more than I can handle. Each movement, each glide of her mouth, sends me crashing further out of control. It’s frantic, the need she’s pulled to the surface, a flood I can’t hope to contain.
I'm babbling, begging, lost in the haze. “God, Sage, you’re—shit—” I can't even find the words. Her hair is dark gold and wet against her skin, and my hands are in it, guiding, desperate. “You’re making me fucking crazy.”
She hums, low and teasing, and the sound vibrates through me, drawing a groan from someplace deep. “Good,” she says, and it’s half command, half promise. “I want you crazy.” Her lips are back on me, showing no mercy, and I can’t remember anything but her.
The shower suddenly feels too hot as every droplet explodes like fireworks. Each beat of my pulse is a deafening rhythm in my ears. Her hand pumps and her mouth follows, setting a pace that unravels me with every slick, wet stroke.
She looks up, eyes locking on mine, and I see the flash of victory there, the triumphant knowledge that she’s got me right where she wants me.
“I can’t—I’m gonna—” I stammer, not sure if I’m trying to warn her or myself.
“Uh-uh,” she says, relentless and so, so wicked. “Not yet.”
The world tilts and shudders. I brace myself against the wall, knuckles white, head thrown back. Her mouth is a shock of heat in the streaming water, her determination an anchor in the madness of it all. I’m helpless, reckless, her name a raw prayer on my lips as she pulls me closer to the edge.
“Christ, Sage…” My voice is rough, the end of my rope. “Touch yourself, baby. Get that sweet pussy ready for me.”
She moans, hand sliding between her thighs, and I feel the vibration of it, the added intensity that’s too much and not enough. The thought of her fingers and the sight of her mouth taking me deep causes me to break and splinter, crashing into a mind-blowing orgasm.