Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
I run my hands through his hair, wanting to share this with him and only him. The emotions blooming in my chest are false flags to distract me, brought on by being intimate with him. Surely . . . but I don’t know. They feel real, even with his tongue teasing my clit. “Ah,” I release from my lips, though it’s barely audible to even my ears.
My knees weaken as he runs the tip of his nose across my skin and then says, “Lie down, Delaney.”
I look at him, lightly scraping my nails under his chin, and then reply, “Okay.” I turn around and make a show of it. His eyes are on me anyway, and I like the way he looks at me like he can’t get enough. I feel powerful in his gaze. Beautiful. Equal in his eyes, though he holds so much more stature in society than I do. I face him again before lowering down to my knees.
“All the way. Flat on your back for me.” I do as he requests and lie down, staring up at the ceiling and waiting. The mattress shifts, and his weight bears down under my legs as he lifts one over his shoulder and then the other.
My gaze travels from the eyes he has set on mine to his erection—so hard and strong. With both my legs over him, he dips down and kisses my pussy long and sensually, deep when his tongue dives into me and whirls, making my head spin from feeling so overwhelmed by the pleasure. My head falls back, and I close my eyes, taking every lick and nip, scraping his finger over my clit, losing myself to Warner’s attentions. And God, it’s so good.
He slides his tongue up and flattens against me as I push against him, chasing my need and fulfilling my cravings when his finger presses to my entrance. I want him inside me, but I want his cock more. Propping up on my elbows, I watch him savor me like that gelato last night. When he peers up at me, I say, “Don’t keep me waiting, Hotshot. Give me all you got.”
His smirk just about does me in, but when the foil packet lands on my stomach, I laugh, the levity feeling so good. I’m really beginning to love how we interact. I’m also beginning to love him.
CHAPTER 23
Warner
Cookies can’t compete with the delicacy that is Delaney.
Sucking her clit sends her into her release, ecstasy tremoring through her body beneath my mouth. Her legs squeeze around my ears, and I reach my arm around her thigh, realizing this fucking cast hinders my ability to hold her tight.
I steal one last taste of her before grabbing the condom and rolling onto my back. I steady the packet between my teeth and rip it open, pulling the condom from inside it and spitting the packet to the side. I’ve done this enough in my life. I’m an expert, but having the use of only one hand adds an element of difficulty I could do without. I turn to see Sass lying with one arm wide on her other side, and the other across my chest. “How are you doing over there?”
She rolls her head to face me and smiles. If perfection had a physical definition, she would be it. Glassy eyes make her blues shine brighter, the pink of her lips is richer from kissing, and that smile makes my heart beat faster when she looks at me like that. “There’s no word that captures how amazing I feel.” She rolls onto her side and kisses my head. “I want you to feel like this.”
“I want that, too.” I fucking want it so much. I want her so badly my dick aches.
Without me having to do a thing, she moves to situate herself on top of me. With one lift, I guide my dick inside her and then slide to hold her hip as she consumes me whole. Her head falls back, the tips of her hair dangling across the tops of my legs. When she starts a slow gyration, I reach up and take hold of her tits, one and then the other, not to leave one out. Pinching the pink peaks, I watch them pebble for me as goose bumps ripple across her arms, and the vibration of a low moan rumbles through my fingertips against her chest.
I sit up, taking a nipple in my mouth, teasing and taunting until her body jolts and she laughs. With her fingers digging into my hair, she leans down to whisper in my ear, “You’re such a bad boy when you want to be.”
I’d gone easy, let her control the pace and plunder, but not with the words laid out like a dare for me to do. Running my hand up the center of her back and into her hair, I hold her right where she is and turn my mouth to her ear. “You don’t know what you’ve started.”