Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 135539 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135539 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Gripping those strong shoulders, I kiss him back, greedily and deeply, loving the way he holds my cheek like I’m precious but ploughs my mouth like he’s fucking it.
Dirty but sweet. My August.
The kiss ends on a breath, mine quick and agitated, his deep and hard. Desire tightens his jaw as he looks me over with the satisfaction of a man who knows exactly how much he affects me, but that’s all right because I affect him just the same.
“Good workout.” His voice is gravelly with tempered heat. August, I’ve learned, loves to seduce me. As much as I love letting him.
“I enjoyed watching it.”
A brilliant grin flashes. “Did you now?”
He eases closer. A big hand hooks under my knee and guides my leg around his waist.
“Mmm.” With the edge of my thumb, I wipe a trailing bead of water from his brow. “You look real pretty swimming, Pickle.”
Distracted, he trails his fingers along my collarbone, then leans in to press a lingering kiss there. Soft kisses meander along my neck, and over to my shoulder.
He pauses at the bathing suit strap, and his finger hooks under it, running up and down it as though contemplating. Watching the movement, he tells me almost offhandedly, “I don’t think you should wear this suit anymore.”
“Oh?” My voice turns breathy; he’s kissing the corner of my mouth . . . the spot right before my ear . . . “And why is that?”
The strap eases over my shoulder. Helpful-like.
“Too constricting, for one.” He pauses in his work and gives me a reproachful look. “What if you damage these beauties?”
Amusement bubbles through my veins. “Somehow I doubt that.”
“But why risk it?” He shakes his head, tutting. The other strap slides down. “No, I think, either forego suits altogether, which would be my pick if you’re asking—”
“Which I’m not.”
He sighs tragically. “Then let it be a bikini.” Oh so gently, he eases my arms out of the straps. “Much easier to take off, you know?”
“You seem to be doing fine with this one.”
Slowly, the top lowers, over the crests of my breasts, pausing at the hard peaks of my nipples. He watches his progress with rapt attention, biting his lower lip in anticipation. I arch my back in impatience, and August, in a charitable mood, gives the top one final tug.
“Ah, there they are.” His smile would be tender—if it weren’t for the covetous look in his eyes. “Hello, babies. Daddy’s home.”
A shocked gurgle escapes me. “Daddy?”
“No?” he asks, cupping my breasts in his big hands.
I suppose I should mind. Societal norms and all that. Oddly, though?
“I’ll let you know.”
His grin turns downright lascivious. The blunt edges of his thumbs brush over my nipples. Such a simple action shouldn’t send pulses of heat straight to my sex. But it does. I resist the impulse to squirm or press myself against him. Not just yet. Besides, August is too busy having fun.
He leans in and kisses me just above my left nipple. His breath is warm, gusting over my skin on a sigh. “Oh, fuck, I love your tits, Pen. They’re so pretty.”
I know this. Any chance he can get his hands or mouth on them, he’ll take.
Of course, he doesn’t have to live with them on his body. I look down at them dispassionately. “They’re huge.”
“I know.” He grins up at me. “Isn’t it great?”
“Maybe for you. For me, it’s a pain in the butt to find clothes that fit over them.”
“Now, Pen, I won’t have you disparaging my girls.”
“Your girls?”
“Mine.” Tenderly, he peppers kisses over them, his voice becoming drowsy. “Besides, look how nicely they fit in my hands.”
“That’s because your hands are huge.” I can honestly say I never imagined my boobs looking small, but August’s wide palms and long fingers easily span their rounded weight.
“It’s like they were made for each other.” August beams, smug and triumphant.
Happiness floods my system. I cup his strong jaw and kiss him, pouring that joy into it. He makes a faint noise of surprise, and then sinks into the kiss, his hungry mouth giving me the luscious tastes I crave.
Cool water laps against my skin. Quiet descends around us, amplifying the sound of our increasingly agitated breaths. The slick of his tongue slides over mine. I open my mouth wider, desperate to get more of him. His big body is hot and tight as it presses against mine, making my breasts ache. I arch my back, trying to ease that swollen heat, and he dips his head down to draw a stiff nipple into his mouth.
A whine of need escapes me as he sucks. My fingers tangle in his wet hair.
August makes his way back up my neck, open lips gliding along my skin, while his hand slips below to pull my suit down my hips. It flutters along my legs and floats away. Clever fingers move between my thighs, finding where I pulse with need.