Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
I nip at her plump lower lip before delving in for more. It’s only when I’ve had my fill of her mouth that I kiss a fiery trail to her jawline before licking and sucking my way down the column of her neck. She tilts her head, baring more of the delicate skin for me to feast on.
I gorge myself until she’s a quivering mess. The need to touch her thrums through me like that of a heavy drumbeat until it’s all I can focus on. I transfer both wrists to one hand. They’re thin enough for my fingers to wrap around. My other one drifts down her bare arm, before sliding around her sloped shoulder and settling over one breast. My palm is large enough to cover her entirely. She’s the perfect handful. Anything more would be a waste.
Unable to resist, I squeeze the soft flesh. It’s hard enough to elicit a gasp but not enough to cause pain. The last thing I would ever want to do is hurt Sydney. All I’m trying to do is nudge her out of her comfort zone and heighten the pleasure I’m capable of giving her.
When I tighten my fingers for a second time, I lean closer, nipping at her throat, biting down upon it. The thickness of my erection digs into her belly. I want to fuck this girl so badly. I want to drive myself deep inside her tight heat until we’re both falling to pieces. I loosen my grip on her breast before my hand trails down to the button of her jeans where it hesitates for a beat. Her breathing picks up tempo.
With fear?
Or anticipation?
I’m willing to bet it’s excitement rushing through her veins at the idea of me touching her in such a public space. If it were anything else, all she’d have to do is push me away. One word and I would stop. I wouldn’t like it, but I’d respect her decision.
A long string of silent moments stretches between us. It only heightens the riotous intensity crackling in the air. Unable to wait another second, I flick the button of her jeans and drag down the fly. A shaky exhalation falls from her lips as I continue to kiss and lick her neck. Even if someone did happen to wander by and catch sight of us, my bigger body is pressed against hers, shielding her from prying eyes.
Hot shafts of need claw at me, attempting to find an escape. I’ve wanted to touch her like this for so long that it’s difficult to believe it’s actually coming to fruition. That Sydney now wants me in ways I’ve only dreamed about.
My fingers dip beneath the elastic band of her panties, grazing over her silky-smooth mound before sliding across her pussy. With my wrist, I press against her inner thighs in a silent command to widen her stance.
When she remains still, I lift my face from her neck and growl, “Open for me.”
She snaps to attention before stepping further apart and giving me room to maneuver. As soon as she does, I part her lower lips. One finger dips inside her heat.
Holy fuck.
A groan escapes from me as I bury my face against her throat and close my eyes. Her body might be all angles and toned muscle, but here? She’s so fucking plush. I can just imagine what it would feel like to drive myself deep inside her body and have her convulse around me.
It would be absolute heaven.
I thrust a few times before a second finger joins the first, widening her sheath. A whimper escapes from her mouth as she tilts her pelvis, silently begging for more. Perhaps she had been leery about making out behind the stacks, but that doesn’t seem to be the case any longer. Whatever inhibitions Sydney had been clinging to are long gone.
“Your pussy is already wet,” I whisper against the side of her face before pressing a kiss against it. “Is that all for me?”
She inhales an unsteady breath as our movements find a natural rhythm. Every time I drag my fingers from her body, her inner muscles clench, attempting to draw me back in again.
Is she even aware of it?
I wasn’t joking about her being soaked. I’m so turned on that I’m about to go off like a shot. And just to be clear, that’s never happened before.
When she remains silent, I prod her for an answer, needing her to admit the truth. “Is your pussy crying for me, Sydney?”
Instead of giving me a response, she bites her lip in an attempt to keep silent. If she thinks I’ll allow her to evade the question, she couldn’t be more wrong. I drag my fingers from her body and circle them around her clit before giving it a little pinch.