Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 103050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
I look back up at him, panic racing through me.
“It’s going to feel good. Trust me.”
And I do trust him.
But I’m also grateful I’m not at work tomorrow. It’s going to take me a minute to recover.
He approaches the bed and leans over me, so I’m lying on my back.
“I want to see everything,” he says, working his hand up my thigh. He pulls at my underwear and manages to remove them in some kind of magic move. Then his hands are on me, and my back arches as his fingers slide into me again. Relief courses through my body.
“Keep looking at me,” he says. “I need to know how everything feels for you, and I can see it in your eyes.” He drops a sweet kiss on my lips and then, like he can’t pull back without more, he pushes his tongue into my mouth, swiftly claiming me.
He groans and then stops. “No,” he says, almost to himself. “I need to see you come.”
It’s not going to take long. He has magic in those fingers of his. I don’t know what he’s doing, but his touch leaves me breathless and desperate.
I feel myself teetering on the brink of orgasm within seconds and I grab at his wrist.
“Deacon,” I cry out.
“Let it happen. This time. I might not let you come so easily next time, so take your pleasure while you can.”
I don’t know if it’s his words or his fingers, but I’m lost. I step off the cliff and fall into oblivion. I don’t know which way is up. My orgasm engulfs me, so strong and powerful that I don’t recognize it as anything I’ve ever felt before.
When I open my eyes, Deacon is staring at me.
He nods his approval. “Next time, I want you to keep your eyes open.”
Wetness renews between my legs, and I nod.
He slides his fingers out of me and puts them to his lips. He groans as he licks them clean. “Delicious,” he says. “Every part of you is delicious.”
We’ve barely been inside my apartment and I’m ready for my second orgasm.
I reach across to touch him and he shifts away from me, then pulls my dress from my body, leaving me entirely naked.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Aurora. You’re so beautiful.”
Even though I’m sure Deacon can choose to fuck twenty-year-olds with perfect bodies, I do feel perfect under his gaze. His cock rears as his gaze travels up and down my body, like he’s trying to decide where to start with me.
“You want me on my knees?” I ask.
“I’ll tell you where I want you,” he says. “There’s no rush. We have a long night ahead.”
I’m not sure I’ll survive a long night with this man.
He starts at my ankles, pressing a circle of kisses and then trailing his tongue and his teeth higher, up my thighs, like he’s mapping out my body for scientific exploration. When he gets to my pussy, he trails kisses from one hip bone to the other, but he doesn’t do what my body needs him to do. He doesn’t plunge his tongue between my folds and bring me to a shuddering climax.
But I don’t say anything. It wouldn’t make a difference if I did. He’s been clear that we go at his pace and we do what he wants. And that’s okay, because I realize now that he knows my body better than I do.
When his mouth reaches my neck, my fingers thread through the back of his hair and he groans. His mouth finds mine and he kisses me, urgent and desperate.
He pulls back suddenly, leaving me wanting more.
“You might be the only woman to make me come just by kissing me.”
I try and bite back a smile.
His eyes narrow. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.
I feel beautiful. With him, I feel like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.
“I can’t decide on all the ways I want to fuck you,” he says, pulling a condom packet from his wallet beside the bed.
“Pick one,” I say.
He chuckles. “Getting impatient, are we?”
My entire body is aching for him. Can’t he see it?
“I want you, Deacon.”
He nods slowly and he stands. “I know.” He rips the packet open and slides the condom onto his straining cock, and I watch his muscles bunch and loosen as he works. My heart flutters nervously in my chest. He’s big, and I’m not sure how this is going to feel. But he’s said that it’s going to feel good, so I trust him.
His gaze falls back on mine. “Now I’m going to have you.”
He pulls me to the edge of the bed and opens my legs. “We’re going to go slow,” he says, like he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
His crown nuzzles my entrance. Part of me wants him not to go slow. I need him fast and deep. I want him to own me.