Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
“Come here,” he rasped, pulling me upward.
I found myself kneeling in front of him, goose bumps pebbling my skin as his hands slid up my arms and curved around the sides of my neck. He tipped my head back, his thumbs sliding down the column of my throat, and then his mouth was on mine.
Curtis had kissed me a lot. Soft pecks on the mouth when he left. Longer kisses when we were in company. Laughing kisses. Growly kisses. Sweet kisses.
But nothing had prepared me for that kiss. It wasn’t for show, and it wasn’t for anyone else. His tongue slid inside my mouth with purpose. His teeth nipped at my bottom lip. Our breath mingled as he pulled away, staring into my eyes as his hands drifted down over my collarbone to cup my breasts.
“Christ,” he breathed as his thumbs found my nipples.
I groaned and clutched at his shoulders as he gave the hard peaks a little flick with his thumbnails.
It had been so long. I’d forgotten what it felt like to be touched like that by someone else. Every inch of my skin tingled with anticipation.
My breath was coming in gasps as his hands explored, and I was in such a daze that I was startled when he bit my chin, his teeth dragging along my skin.
“Stay with me,” he ordered.
“I’m with you,” I protested, even though I hadn’t been. I’d been in my head.
“You weren’t,” he argued against my neck as his hands swept down my sides. He sucked the skin into his mouth and worried it with his teeth as one of his hands moved lower.
Sucking in a breath, I held it as his hand slid between my legs, one of his fingers sliding along the slick skin. My thighs were wide open as I arched my back, and I felt his arm slide around to brace me as his head descended, pulling my nipple into his mouth.
I whimpered as he pulled his hand away, then jerked in surprise when he painted my nipple with the wetness from his finger. Immediately, he pulled it back into his mouth, and everything inside me clenched hard.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that I wanted to explore too. I wanted to map his tattoos with my tongue and feel his cock against the roof of my mouth and curve my hands around the globes of his ass, but I couldn’t focus enough on any of those to make it happen. I was too busy absorbing the feel of his hands and mouth on my body.
His hands were firm, but heartbreakingly gentle when he laid me back on the bed. Sliding them up my arms, he circled my wrists and placed them above my head, giving them a squeeze to indicate I should keep them there. Then, his hands were behind my knees, spreading them wide.
I gulped as cool air brushed along my sensitive skin.
“Don’t fucking move,” he ordered, running his open mouth down my sternum between my breasts.
He moved away and got to his feet next to the bed. I lost sight of him for a few moments, but I could hear him doing something in the closet. When he came back, he dropped three condoms on the bed.
“Three?” I asked, my voice hoarse as I watched him walk around to my feet.
“There’s more in my bag if we need ’em,” he replied, his eyes dark as they roamed over my body. “You didn’t move.” His gaze met mine. “Good girl.”
I was shocked to find my core clenching in response to his words, a gush of wetness trickling down between my ass cheeks on the bed. I didn’t consider myself inexperienced by any means, but never had someone’s words caused such a visceral reaction in my body.
Curtis bent down with a grin, ran his finger over me and pinched my clit between his fingers, making my back bow off the bed. He let go when I began to whimper and thrust two fingers inside, twisting and curving them upward.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my hand shooting down to grab his wrist.
He paused. It wasn’t until I looked at his face, ready to ask him what the fuck he was waiting for, that I realized what he wanted. Slowly, I loosened my fingers and raised my hand back over my head.
His fingers immediately slid away and then thrust back in, curving again. I clenched my teeth against the urge to cry out and undulated against his hand, the position of my legs not giving me enough leverage to really move.
“That’s it,” he murmured, watching his fingers disappear inside me. “Ride it.”
I lost sight of his face when he dipped his head and sobbed as his tongue brushed along my opening around his fingers. Then his lips wrapped around my clit and sucked it into his mouth, and I absolutely lost it.