Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
I carefully circle her wrist with my fingers, lifting her limp arm up and over to rest on the mattress. She sighs again as I release her wrist and rolls onto her back, the sheet slipping down to reveal more glowing skin as she moves.
More bare skin…
We both passed out naked after round four last night. Now, her high, firm breasts—smaller than most women I’ve been with, but totally fucking perfect—are right there, her nipples slowly pulling tight in the cool morning air.
I freeze again, my breath catching in my throat.
Just a taste, just one kiss, maybe two, my cock pipes up again as he swells against my thigh.
I know I should ignore that troublemaking fucker (literally), but I can’t help myself. I need to know if her skin still tastes like vanilla salt and sunshine this morning.
Moving slowly, I scoot lower on the mattress, curling my tongue around her pebbled skin before I close my mouth over her nipple, sucking it gently into my mouth. She lets out a moan, and her body arches into me, but she doesn’t speak or move to thread her fingers through my hair.
She’s still asleep and though I know I shouldn’t wake her—it’s the first day she’s taken totally off in forever, and I’m sure she’d like to sleep in—I can’t help swirling my tongue around her nipple again. And again, teasing, flicking, dragging my teeth lightly over the sensitive tip until her moan turns into a whimper.
“Tank,” she murmurs, her voice thick with sleep. “First thing in the morning, huh?”
“I can stop,” I promise, starting to pull back.
But her hand molds to the back of my head, tangling in my hair, holding me in place. “Don’t you dare stop.”
With a smile, I whisper, “Wouldn’t dream of it, beautiful.” I shift my attention to her other breast, sucking harder, laving, before I trap the beautiful nipple I just left behind between my fingers, rolling it in circles.
Her spine bows with a sharp intake of breath. She lifts her hips, spreading her legs, offering me a silent invitation I have no intention of refusing.
I curse softly as I glide my fingers between her legs, where she’s already soaked, her clit swollen and begging for attention. And just like that, my mouth is watering for her like Pavlov’s dog.
“Can I taste you again?” I ask as I continue to tease her swollen pussy.
She arches a brow. “You think you have to ask?”
“Some women don’t like it,” I say, penetrating her with a single digit, loving the way she shivers in response. “Especially not as much as I like to do it. I could eat pussy all day…especially yours, Teach. You have an especially sweet and addictive little cunt.”
She makes a sound that’s half giggle, half turned on sigh. “I even like the way you say the ‘c’ word. What have you done to me? Everything about you drives me crazy, Grunty.”
I grunt, playing along, making her laugh as I kiss my way down her body. Then, I make her moan as I bury my face between her legs, licking her in long, slow strokes, savoring the taste of her. I keep at it until she’s squirming, writhing, bucking into my mouth as her fingers fist in the sheets.
Until my cock is so hard, I’m leaking pre-cum, but I’m not about to take this any farther until she gives me the rush I’m here for.
“Yes, oh God, yes,” she whimpers, her thighs trembling around my head.
I moan against her clit as I fuck her harder with my tongue, plunging in deep, then circling her clit until her breath is coming in short, desperate gasps. She’s getting close. I can feel it in the tension in her thighs, in the way her back arches off the bed, pressing her core even closer to my lips, my tongue.
“Yes, oh, Tank. Oh God, I’m coming. Coming so hard,” she cries out as she falls apart, her pussy clenching around my tongue as she comes, her juices flooding my mouth.
I drink her in, moaning in appreciation, my cock throbbing and my balls so heavy between my legs it’s almost painful.
I crawl back up her body, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on my lips. Letting myself taste her, and damn if her mouth isn’t sweet, even first thing in the morning. I don’t know what hippie magic she’s working with that weird organic toothpaste in her bathroom—the one I spread on with a finger before bed since I don’t have a toothbrush here…yet—but I’m here for it.
I’m here for everything about her.
She whimpers into my mouth, her hands roaming over my chest, down to my cock. She wraps her hand around me, stroking me slowly, her eyes locked on mine. “Inside me?” she whispers, her voice husky with desire.
Her fingers tighten around my cock, stroking me slow and deliberate, her thumb swiping over my leaking tip. I groan, my hips bucking into her fist as her lashes flutter in a way that makes my pulse spike.