Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
He’s not gentle when he sucks my nipple into his mouth, his teeth abrading my sensitive skin. He angles his jaw so his stubble scrapes over everything. Then, he releases my wrists as he sinks down onto his knees.
“You have no idea how badly I want to taste you.” His lips trace a hot path down from my breast and over the small ridges of my abs. He kisses one hipbone and then the other, but doesn’t move lower.
“Fuck, yes.” Now that my hands are free, I can put them to better use. Like stacking them on top of his hair, which is half wet from the slanting spray, and pushing him down.
He places open-mouthed kisses over my smooth skin before he parts me and does the same to my clit.
My whole body jerks at the electric surge, my shoulders ramming into the wall, and my feet parting to make space for him. I twist my fingers through his hair, panting as he parts me and licks lower. I rock my hips into his face, needlessly, because after the first taste, he’s ravenous. He wraps his hands around my hips and ass, canting me straight into his face and feasting as if I’m that perfect, triumphant pie.
Jesus. What an image. Especially since all he and I did all day was try to get a cream pie perfect. Now is not the time to laugh. I bite down hard on my lower lip.
Two seconds later, as his tongue trails all the way from my clit to my entrance, I’m not sure whether to laugh or sob.
“Please, Luca. Fill me up while you eat me,” I plead.
All this time spent wanting him, every minute turning into an hour and every hour into a month, has left me with zero shyness. I’m not scared to ask for what I want and need. If I don’t, then I might implode for real, and I really don’t want to see what that looks like.
He notches two fingers at my entrance and pushes inside slowly while he sweeps his tongue back up to my clit.
Thank fucking apple blackberry pie, he doesn’t need an anatomy lesson. He gently pushes back the hood over my clit and kisses me, using his tongue to stroke over it in little circles. His fingers push inside, filling me so full that the pressure goes from zero to I’m going to come immediately. I try to keep it from happening, but it’s like trying to save water in a strainer. Pleasure pours through, dousing me, filling me, and lashing me like a storm.
I break apart, panting and crying out as my hips buck into Luca’s face and hand, riding out the peaks and falls of the white hot pleasure. He drags it out, thrusting easily with his fingers and sucking my clit with that same slow, blisteringly hot intensity.
The second I come down from that high, I want more.
The first climax only made me hungry for the more intense ones.
I drag Luca’s face away from my oversensitive clit and pull him up. I kiss him, tasting myself on his lips as I urge him backwards into the water. My hands fly over his body, pumping soap from the container on the wall and lathering his chest, arms, and hips before reaching around to his ass.
As I run my hand over the rock-hard muscles there, the fact that he doesn’t freak out is a testament to how much he trusts me. Maybe it’s because he’s older and more experienced, or maybe we just fit together that well, but he doesn’t close himself off or angle away. He lets me explore him, learn him, and worship him with my frantic hands and mouth.
As I shampoo his hair, I kiss his chest and tease his nipples, rolling my teeth and tongue over them until they stiffen, and he groans.
I wash the suds out carefully and kiss his neck, shoulders, and biceps, then trail kisses over his abs.
At that point, before I can get down on my knees and take him into my mouth or spin him around and do the filthy things that are in my brain and making me half-crazed, Luca shuts off the shower and scoops me up, completely soaking wet.
Conditioner?
Towels?
What fucking towels?
He storms out of the bathroom and heads straight for the bed.
I have visions of us falling on it and him impaling me and fucking me into eternity, rough and fast and exactly the way I need it. It’s so vivid in my mind that my already rocking body gets jolts of pleasure that don’t feel like aftershocks.
Instead of getting me into the hottest version of vanilla known to mankind, Luca flips around. He sits down on the bed, uses his strength to easily maneuver me into his lap, and gets us somewhere near the middle. There’s something about this position, my legs angling over his, my feet on the bed behind him, and my arms twisted around his neck, every bit of us connected already, that is so deliciously sexy because it’s so intimate.