Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 100853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
I hooked my leg around his hip, my fingers lost in his thick hair, kissing him as if my life depended on it. He shifted, and I sensed he planned to flip me to my back. I had something else in mind. Dragging my mouth from his, I braced my forearms on his chest and pressed up, putting a few inches between us.
“Stay put,” I ordered.
His mouth curled in another smile, and his eyes flamed. “For what?” he asked.
“You’ll see,” I said, grinning back at him as I inched my way down his long body, pressing kisses as I moved—the curve of his pec, his flat, dark nipple tightening under the flick of my tongue. He let out a short gasp, and I slid my mouth down the ridges of his abs, dipping my tongue into his belly button, closing my teeth gently over the side of his hip.
His erection pressed against me, thicker, longer with every touch of my lips to his skin. When my fingers closed around him, he sucked in a breath, exhaling my name. “Paige—fuck, Paige.”
I nudged his legs apart and settled between his thighs. Ford lifted up on his elbows, something that looked like alarm in his eyes, shadowed by lust.
“I can’t believe I’m going to say this,” he said, “but if you do that, I’m going to embarrass myself.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You can’t embarrass yourself—I’m going to do all the work.”
His lips quirked, and he shook his head. His eyes flicked away and then back to mine. That was definitely embarrassment, colored by lust, but still there. “I haven’t been with anyone since before prison. Long before.”
I dropped my head and licked, tasting the crown of his penis. He smelled of soap, and beneath that, of Ford. He made a choking sound as my mouth closed over him, and I gave a hard suck.
“Paige, I—”
I lifted my head and smirked up at him. “It’s been a while for me, too. It’s been so long, I’m not sure I know how to do this anymore. I might end up being the one embarrassed.”
I dropped my head and gave the length of his erection a long, slow lick. He shuddered, groaning, his head tipping back.
“Feel free to practice on me, then,” he rumbled, his words slurring. “Just don’t be surprised if it’s a short lesson. Because goddamn, you’re good at that.”
I didn’t argue about my proficiency or lack thereof. I didn’t have an extensive sexual past. God knew dating had been the last thing on my mind in recent times, but I liked being exactly where I was—with this man trembling beneath me, at my mercy.
I wanted this. I wanted to make him come, to leave him as stunned with bliss as he had me the night before. I had no doubt that he would take good care of me later. But for now, I parted my lips, sliding them over his length. I couldn’t take all of him—he was too big—and I didn’t know how to go about trying to deep-throat a penis. Judging by the way his breath shuddered and the groan of my name on his lips, I was doing well enough.
After the first minute or two, I stopped worrying about technique and my lack of experience, because he tasted good. I loved the feel of him, the way he arched and moaned, one hand gripping the duvet and the other tangled in my hair—not pushing or guiding, just holding, staying connected as I worked my mouth over his erection and drew out every gasp.
He was barely touching me, but he didn’t need to. Just those fingers tangled in my hair, the feel of him beneath me, the sound of him in my ears was enough. My breasts felt full and tight, my nipples hard, needy peaks. The heat between my legs grew, demanding I slide his cock out of my mouth and climb on top. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d wanted a man like this. Maybe never. Maybe just Ford.
His fingers tightened in my hair, giving a sharp tug. “Paige, I can’t. I can’t—”
I knew what he wanted, but I disagreed. I tightened my grip, his length slippery from my mouth, and stroked and sucked until I drew the orgasm from him. His groan was long and deep. I almost couldn’t swallow it all, but I managed. When he relaxed into the bed, I rested my head on his stomach, drawing lines on his hip with a light touch.
I was restless with need, and at the same time, I could have stayed there forever, curled at his side, touching him, listening to his breathing slow, his fingers threaded through my hair, brushing it from my face. Usually, I thought of oral sex as something I did for my partner. It had never turned me on like this before. I shifted my legs, feeling the slick heat from having him in my mouth. I traced the flare of the head of his cock with my fingertip, watching in fascination as it grew longer, hard once more. He’d never truly gone soft.