Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Fuck normal.
I like being naked.
I haven’t taken a real minute for myself in as long as I can remember. I want this moment with Carissa.
She wants it too. I can tell by the way she kisses me. By her soft and desperate touches and the way she looks at me, completely vulnerable and stripped down. She wants me, and I want her. There’s a whole bunch of semantics and other stuff waiting to come crashing down on us, but I just want it to wait.
I help her down, off the counter, and just stand there, drinking in her beauty. Then I run my hand from her shoulder down her arm. Her skin is like silk. She’s glorious. Muscular and strong. She has a sporty, athletic body. Once her breasts were freed from her sports bra, they even looked like they were breathing a sigh of relief. They’re round and heavy, the nipples dark and tightly beaded. She has defined abs and sleek muscles in her legs. She’s powerfully built in her own right.
She could probably pick me up and toss me over her shoulder if she had to.
That’s hot.
My balls tighten up, and my cock throbs just thinking about her picking me up, sack of potatoes style.
Out of nowhere, she bends and runs her tongue along my neck and then up over my jaw. Her tongue darts out along her lower lip and then her upper. She hums like she’s savoring the taste of my skin. Her fingers are shaking, but she brushes them over my cheek, memorizing the planes of my face by touch. It really strikes me how long she’s waited for this moment. We’ve known each other for ages.
And I had no idea.
I was oblivious in the worst way. I can’t imagine what it felt like for her. She’s so generous that she doesn’t even have any hard feelings. She just sucked it up, did her job, and helped and protected me and my team at all costs. If I had no idea about her feelings, what else don’t I know about? In a good way. All the good she’s done, all the times she’s stood up for me and the band and anyone associated with us, and in not-so-good ways, like the sacrifices she made.
She’s not rigorously asking me to return her feelings. She actually never wanted me to know.
I can’t fathom that.
It makes my brain hurt to try.
Now isn’t the right time. I need a moment. An hour. A week. A lifetime.
I need her.
My balls are on the verge of being spit-roasted as they’re so full and hot. Carissa angles in closer and accidentally bumps my cock with her belly. I grind my teeth as my hips jerk forward, trying to impale her abs, but of course, they bump off like a rubber ball against a brick building. The sensation judders through me, and I have to take a deep breath and get my shit together or literally not have it together.
I need to cool down.
It’s the last thing I want to do, but I slip down onto my knees, pulling away a fraction.
Carissa watches, waiting for me to show her what I want. I span my hands over her hips. Her skin is a thousand degrees under my palms. Maybe that’s my own heat blasting into her.
I’m face-to-face with her pussy. I can still taste her on my tongue, which makes me want to come too, so I spin her slowly. I spread my hand over her lower back, applying just a little bit of pressure so she bends over.
Her hands slap against the countertop. She bends from the waist and spreads her legs, edging her feet out wide and giving me a full view of her round, tight ass and the scrap of fabric between her legs.
“You should probably take those off,” she suggests smartly, turning her head and giving me a sassy, bossy look. “It would make this so much easier.”
I grunt caveman style, but I follow her suggestion and peel her panties down her legs. She obediently lifts one foot and then the other without me even having to ask.
She’s right. It’s not just easier. The unobstructed view of her glistening, bare pussy is a thing of wonder. She doesn’t seem nervous, but when I caress her ass cheek, she jumps a little.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask.
“If I’m not, you could just eat me out from behind.”
“Fair enough. Will you let me know if there’s anything you don’t like?”
“For sure.” Her tone implies she’s open-minded. “For the record, I would never let you do this if I hadn’t recently showered.”
“Okay.”
“Would you do this if I weren’t freshly showered?”
How much information is too much? “Cleanliness is next to godliness.”
She snort-laughs. “Mmm. Sorry, was that supposed to be honest? It’s okay. I like kinky. I like dirty. The world would be a pretty boring place if the only flavor were vanilla. It’s exciting at first. Maybe even delicious. But look at all the other flavors! Tiger tail, cotton candy, bubble gum, cheesecake, brownie, cookie dough, blueberry, strawberry, peanut butter—it’s endless.”