Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
My side. I loved that we had sides.
Alone in the dark, I couldn’t sleep. I knew Charlotte was on her way home, but I didn’t know how long it would take. What if I nodded off, woke up at some weird hour, and she still wasn’t back? I could feel the panic as keenly as if I were actively experiencing it.
Since I hadn’t gotten a chance to... relax at the circle jerk, I reached under the covers for a quick maintenance tug. I didn’t look for anything dirty on my phone; this was purely to get to sleep. Instead, I let my mind wander to the memory of Charlotte in her cute purple undies that I ripped off her. I would have to replace those. I thought of the way her creamy skin had glowed through the lace, the feeling of her silk stockinged feet rubbing over my aching cock. Fuck, that had felt good.
I pulled her pillow over my face and inhaled her scent with a groan.
“Wow, I was just in the parking garage.”
The lights flared on.
I jumped, practically flinging the pillow across the room. Charlotte stood near the doorway, carrying her shoes and purse in one hand. The other was perched on her hip. “So... whatcha doin’?”
I flung the covers back. There was no need to be coy about it. I’d already been caught. I kept stroking while she watched.
“You didn’t get enough of that at your little party?” she teased.
“I didn’t do anything. I was trying to be a good host.” I gestured toward her. “You’re here now. You could take over.”
“No. I’m fine where I am.” She tossed her stuff onto the floor and crossed her arms. She’d gone out for the night in a strappy black top that stayed barely on the sophisticated side of potentially trashy, and a purple miniskirt that looked painted-on. I wanted to run my hands up under the cut-outs in the shirt, shove her against the wall, and let that skirt ride up while she slid down onto my cock.
It would be nice to have that kind of strength and balance again, but I wasn’t sure my physical therapist wanted to hear that particular goal.
“Keep going,” she said, nodding toward my hand on my dick.
I swallowed, thought about reprimanding her for giving me orders, then decided she was perfectly welcome to enjoy the show. “That’s right. I remember you liked watching.”
“You make me sound so dirty.” She peeled one shoulder strap down, her gaze never traveling away from my cock.
“You are dirty, princess.” I would fucking explode all over myself in a second if I thought about how dirty.
She drew the other strap down and rolled the tight material to her waist to reveal her magnificent breasts. She’d gone out braless, like the night we’d first met. “Doesn’t my dragon want me to be dirty?”
“Filthy,” I confirmed.
She pulled her skirt up and dragged her flimsy black panties down her legs. “I’ve been wearing these all over town. Do you know what they smell like?”
“I’d like to find out.”
She walked slowly toward the bed, her clothes half-off. But she didn’t walk close enough for me to touch her. She came to the side of the bed, tossed the panties to me, and stepped back, still just watching.
I brought her panties to my nose. They were damp, and I didn’t flatter myself that it was all because of me. “Sweat?”
She blushed, and not in a cute way, but a truly mortified one.
I took a deep, deep sniff and closed my eyes. “Don’t be embarrassed. I didn’t say I don’t like it.”
When I opened my eyes again, she leaned against the wall, one leg splayed to the side, her fingers sliding slowly up and down her slit.
“I love the way you smell.” Sweat and lust and the heat of her all combined, exactly the scent she left in my bed, on my body. “I love the way you taste, even more. Come sit on my face. I want to drown in you.”
She pulled her skirt down and hurried over with a little whoop of happiness. The leap she took launched her onto the bed with both of her knees landing dangerously close to the side of my head before she swung her leg over and settled onto my waiting mouth, her body positioned so that she could still watch my hand on my cock.
“I didn’t realize you were a fucking gymnast,” I mumbled against her, and she shivered.
“You knew I was spry and flexible.” She lifted up in surprise at the first swipe of my tongue over her, then eased back down.
I groaned and buried my face into her hot, slick flesh. My nose bumped her opening, and I tipped my head back to give my tongue access for a quick taste before I concentrated on her clit. It wasn’t difficult to split my focus between what my tongue was doing and what my hand was doing; I had plenty of experience jacking off. Plenty of experience dining out, as well, but not as much expertise when it came directly to Charlotte. I relished every time I got to go down on her, tried to notice something new every time until I learned everything about her responses.