Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
"Please!" I sob, pushing against his shoulders to force him lower. I need his mouth on me again. It always felt so damn good. He brought me to life with that wicked mouth all over the vineyard. Long before I ever landed in his bed, that mouth had ruined me for anyone else.
My body still hasn't forgotten the way he made it hum back then.
He finally, finally settles between my legs, lifting them up over his shoulders. His teeth sink into my inner thigh, and I lose track of reality. The only things I know are heat and need and him.
"Ridley!" I scream, my heels digging into his back as he lunges, burying his face in my pussy without warning.
He roars against my clit, the vibrations sending shockwaves throughout my entire body. His hands clap around my hips like vises, holding me in place as he devours me. He isn't slow, soft, or sweet. He's a savage between my legs, tearing me apart in the most vicious, beautiful way. His tongue circles my clit before he thrusts it inside, so deep it's like he's trying to fuck his way into my soul with it. I certainly feel him there, destroying my defenses brick by brick.
"Goddamn, baby," he growls, using one hand to spread my lower lips open. "I could eat you like this all night and still not get enough. You going to be a good girl and lay right there while I eat my fill?"
"No," I moan. I'm not going to be good. I'm not going to behave. Not until he feels the same way I do right now, like I'm floating and falling and spiraling into another dimension all at once.
"No?" He quirks a brow, his lips curving into that wicked smirk I love so much. "Too bad. I'm not stopping." His tongue flicks my clit again. "Not until you're coming all over my face."
"I w-want you inside me."
"I'll get there, Dimples," he murmurs between long, lazy licks. "But not until you get there. I've been dreaming about this for three years. Don't rush me now, baby."
How he sounds like he's demanding and pleading at the same time, I don't know, but there's an unmistakable thread of desperation woven into every syllable. He needs this on some level that I understand instinctively. This isn't just sex. It's worship. It's the end of three years of sleepless nights and painful regret. And it's the beginning of something else, something he needs as much as I do. Hope.
I melt beneath him, letting him fuck me with his tongue until I'm shattering into pieces all over his face. Waves crash through me in a tsunami, stealing sight and sound.
I scratch and claw and fucking beg for more the whole time.
He gives it to me, throwing me right into a second orgasm with his lips and tongue and panted praise.
I'm still coming when he roars like a man on the brink and crawls up over me, hooking my legs around his waist. His cock glides through my folds, bumping against my sensitive clit.
His breath pelts my lips as he kisses me, every stroke of his tongue against mine sending me reeling higher and higher. The only things keeping me from floating away are my nails in his back and his weight on top of me.
"Look at me," he rasps.
I force my eyes open. They lock on his face.
"Keep them on me, Dimples," he orders as he notches himself at my entrance. "I want you to know this is real when I'm inside you. I want you to see me branding the feel of my cock into this pretty little cunt."
As if I could doubt that this is real. My dreams never got it quite right. They didn't get his weight on top of me, or the exact shade of need in his eyes. They didn't get the way my entire body hums and sings, and my heart feels lodged in my throat. My dreams were a sad simile, lacking depth, color, and dimension. But this right now? This is real.
He sinks into me with a low groan, his gaze tangled with mine, and I feel him in my soul again, the same damn way I did three years ago. Only, he takes up so much more space now because I gave it all to him somewhere along the way.
The little pieces I held in reserve three years ago, the ones I was too damn scared to give away fell to him somewhere over the last three years. Even when he wasn't here, he claimed them. That's why I haven't been able to move on. That's why it's always been him. Because he was still in there, burrowing into every damn corner and making them his home.
"Christ, Dimples." He dips his head, his forehead resting against mine. "You're strangling my cock with that perfect little cunt."