Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Shock flooded her beautiful face when I touched her, massaging the damp fabric covering her most sensitive spot. When my fingertips found her clit, she let out a panicked moan like it felt so good, she worried she might come without warning.
Her back was slumped against the wall, and I stood between her shaking legs while rubbing two teasing fingers back and forth. “Already trembling for me,” I murmured, “when we’ve barely started.”
We still had all our clothes on, after all.
I’d take them off eventually, but I was too impatient to wait. I pulled her panties to the side and buried my middle finger deep inside her, where she was soaked and scorching hot. An enormous gasp punched from her lungs and her hands flew out to seize my shoulders, perhaps to brace herself. I’d caught her off guard, but she stepped her feet farther apart. Encouraging me. She wanted my touch as much as I wanted to touch.
I pumped my finger in and out in a slow, deliberate stroke, and enjoyed the way her eyes lost focus and her mouth rounded into a silent ‘oh.’ I ground the heel of my palm against her clit as I thrust into her again. Her whimpering moan sent a lick of heat through me, and I dropped my gaze to watch the slick glide of my finger disappearing into her body.
“You like my finger inside you?” My tone was low and rough and dripped with sex. “You want another?”
Kara said nothing, but I wasn’t sure she could. It looked like it was taking everything she had to stay on her feet and keep her ragged breath under control. I pushed a second finger inside, and her hands fisted the sleeves of my suit coat, her knuckles turning white.
“Oh, fuck,” she groaned.
She swore so infrequently, it was like a treat, and I grinned wickedly, ready to follow her command. I sawed my fingers in and out of her pussy, and satisfaction rolled through me as her hips began to move, matching my tempo. She stood in her heels, and yet she rose even taller onto the balls of her feet to get more leverage. To help me drive farther and deeper inside.
It was so fucking hot, my dick jerked in my pants.
But the ache for her was too powerful, too acute, and I sank to my knees in front of her trembling legs. Her hands threaded into my hair and her gaze was cast down, watching me with an unreadable expression. Was it anxiety? Or desperation?
I bunched her skirt at her waist, and I used it to pin her to the wall, trapping her there. If she was unsure about what I intended to do, I was happy to convince. I dragged the tip of my tongue up her thigh and traced the edge of her panties as a warning. She didn’t tell me to stop, or to slow down, or that we shouldn’t.
So when Kara held my gaze and licked her lips nervously, it was more than enough consent for me. I curled my fingers around the sides of her panties and pulled them down her long, sexy legs.
“What are you saying?” she demanded, breathless.
I’d been telling her all the things I was about to do to her in German.
“That I’m going to put my tongue here and fuck you with it.”
In one swift move I lifted her skirt again, leaned in, and swept my tongue across her clit. Her whole body shuddered, but I helped keep her upright with my hold on her skirt.
“Go back to German,” she cried, forcing a laugh from me.
I stayed quiet after that, my mouth too busy to speak. I listened to her heavy breathing as I tasted and teased her, the tip of my tongue spinning circles over her clit.
Her back arched as a strangled moan seeped out of her. I lifted my gaze and caught her staring down at me, and she glanced away, her face as red as I’d ever seen it. She was embarrassed I’d caught her watching. Maybe she felt too vulnerable, but I’d done this partly to give her power.
I was the one who was on his knees.
My face was buried in her lap, my tongue deep inside her pussy when her fingertips tangled into my hair, trying to ease me back. It came from her in a rush. “I don’t want to have sex.”
I froze. “What do you think we’re doing?”
“You go down on me, and I’ll go down on you,” she said, unable to catch her breath. “Can that be enough?”
I sat back, my hands bracing her hips against the wall, utterly confused. “Enough?”
“You seem like the type of man who’ll take it personally when I don’t . . .” she could barely look at me, “when it doesn’t happen.”