Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry,” I murmur against her wet hair. “I wanted to do this right. Take my time. Make you feel safe, not… claimed like that.”
She turns in my arms, water streaming down her face, and cups my jaw with both hands. “Don’t you dare apologize for wanting me that much. I wanted you just as badly. I still do.” Her thumb brushes my lower lip. “You didn’t hurt me, Ozzy. You made me feel alive.”
Relief crashes through me so hard my knees almost buckle. I kiss her then—not the frantic, desperate kiss from outside, but deep and slow, like I’m pouring every unsaid thing into her mouth. My tongue slides against hers, tasting coffee and salt and her. She melts against me, her arms looping around my neck, and for long minutes we just stand there under the spray, kissing like the world outside doesn’t exist.
When we finally break apart, I shut off the water, towel her off with careful strokes. I dry every drop from the hollow of her throat, the dip of her navel, and the sensitive skin behind her knees. She’s shivering, but not from the cold. I can see the fresh heat building in her eyes.
I lift her again, and into the bedroom. The sheets are still rumpled from last night. I lay her down in the center like she’s something precious, then step back just long enough to drink her in: naked, flushed, hair damp and dark against the white pillow. Mine. Finally mine.
I crawl over her, bracketing her body with my arms, and start worshipping.
I kiss her forehead first, then each closed eyelid. I kiss the tip of her nose, and then the corners of her mouth. Soft, reverent presses that make her smile. Then lower—along her jaw, down the slender column of her throat where her pulse flutters wild under my lips. I linger at the hollow above her collarbone, sucking gently until she arches with a soft gasp. My hands follow: big palms sliding up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts but not quite touching where she wants me yet.
“Ozzy…” Her voice is already breathy.
“Shh. Let me take care of you.” I kiss between her breasts, then detour to one nipple, circling it with my tongue before drawing it into my mouth. I suck slow and deep, rolling it against the roof of my mouth until she’s squirming, her fingers threading into my hair. I give the other the same treatment, teeth grazing just enough to make her moan, then soothe with my tongue.
I work my way down her stomach, kissing every rib, dipping my tongue into her navel until she giggles and gasps at the same time. Lower still. I hook her thighs over my shoulders and settle between her legs like I belong there. She’s glistening again, pink and swollen from earlier. The sight makes my cock throb painfully against the mattress, but I ignore it. This is for her.
I lick a long, slow stripe up her center, tasting us together. She cries out, hips jerking. I press her down gently with one forearm across her lower belly and do it again, slower, savoring. I circle her clit with the flat of my tongue, then flick the tip until her thighs start to tremble. Two fingers slide into her easily, curling upward to find that spot that makes her back bow off the bed.
“Oh God—right there—”
I hum against her, the vibration pulling another broken moan from her throat. I suck her clit into my mouth, gentle pressure, tongue working in tight circles while my fingers pump slow and deep, scissoring, stretching. Her walls flutter around me, gripping, and I add a third finger, curling harder. She’s so wet the sounds are obscene.
I don’t stop until she comes the first time, thighs clamping around my head, a sharp cry ripping out of her as she pulses around my fingers. I keep licking her through it, softer now, drawing it out until she’s whimpering.
I climb back up her body, kissing every inch on the way. I drag my tongue over her inner thighs, her hip bones, and the soft underside of each breast. When I reach her mouth I kiss her deep, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moans into it, hands roaming my back, nails digging in.
“Please,” she whispers against my lips. “I need you inside me again.”
“Not yet.” I smile against her mouth. “I’m not done worshipping.”
I flip her onto her stomach, gentle but firm, and start over from the back. I kiss down her spine, one vertebrae at a time. I bite the curve of her ass, then soothe it with my tongue. I spread her cheeks and lick her there too—slow, filthy circles around her tight little hole until she’s pushing back against my face, gasping my name like a prayer. My fingers find her clit from underneath, rubbing in lazy circles while I tongue her ass, driving her higher again.