Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
“Good.”
“Good.” I grin down at her as she scoots her underwear down her long legs.
She smiles back up me, the red-cheeked, embarrassed smile. “Good.”
The back speakers are blasting some female country singer with a good voice, which is another high school throwback, as I turn on my stomach and scoot my face between her legs.
She’s breathing hard and looking down her belly at me, pulling her shirt up for a better view.
I take it real slow, just breathing out over her sex. Then I dip down and start pressing gentle kisses up her inner thigh and skimming my nose over her skin. I go back and forth, just waiting until she’s trembling.
I don’t give a fuck that we’ve just barely pulled off the I-287. My woman needs some intimacy, she’s gonna get some intimacy. Not a wham-bam, thank you, ma’am, either.
Either she’s dripping for me and begging, or there’s no reason to bother.
I skim just the tip of my tongue up near the apex of her legs and breathe on her sex again.
This time she really trembles, and I get that tell-tale little whine coming from her throat. That’s what I’m talking about.
Only then do I dare lay hands on her, carefully, at her waist. Hers immediately grasp at mine, and I prepare for her to pull me off her.
Instead, she intertwines our fingers and squeezes.
So I head a little further north, my cock rock hard against the front passenger seat I’m half straddling to get to her.
Her pussy smells so fucking good. God, I’ve fucking missed the smell of her. Almost as much as I’ve missed the press of her body against mine in bed. I’ve been all but going insane just being in the same room as her these last few weeks but not able to climb in beside her at night.
I told myself it was because I was afraid I would hurt her again. And I was. Am.
But I think if I’m looking at myself clear-eyed, I know the real reason was that I saw the clock ticking down. And I was afraid I was gonna be the one hurt at the end of this. It was best to stop while there was a chance I’d walk away intact.
But it was already too late, even a month ago. I already loved her then, just like I love her now.
I check her face and her eager eyes, the words on my lips. I love you. I still think it’s best right now if I just show her. She nods shyly at me, giving me the go ahead.
I drop my face to her sex and give us what we’ve both been dying for.
I luxuriate in licking straight up her center. A long, slow, lingering lick, teasing out her essence. It feels so fucking good to bow at her center and inhale, bent and worshipping.
For so many dusty, lonely nights, I would’ve given heaven, earth, and every ounce of rations I had just to be face-deep in a cunt this sweet.
I take another lick, this time lingering to play and explore with my tongue, hands on her waist and sliding around to her voluptuous ass.
She makes a needy little whine, and her legs fall open even wider, hips angling her cunt at a better angle for access.
Fuck. She was made for me. I squeeze her tight ass as I pull her deeper against my face and really start to feast.
“Oh, Isaak,” she whimpers, one hand dropping to fist in my hair. The other wraps in the seatbelt above her head. Her hips rise rhythmically against my face right as I give in and focus on suckling her clit.
“Isaak,” comes an even higher-pitched whimper, hips jerking against my face almost involuntarily this time. Her entire ass shudders in pleasure.
That’s right, honey, give it to me. Give it all to me.
I continue flicking her clit mercilessly with my tongue while keeping up suction.
“Isaak,” she cries with even more need, fingernails scraping my scalp, pulling me against her while her hips thrust.
God, I fucking love it when she loses control. I grip her tighter, mashing her pussy closer to my face. My nose is full of her scent as I breathe in before diving in deeper and suckling her clit, then grazing it lightly with my teeth.
“ISAAK!” she screams. She thrusts rigidly against me once, twice, three times, and then falls back limp against the back seat.
I pull back, chuckling with satisfaction and wiping my face with my forearm.
“Goddamn, Red.” My voice is deep and ringing with pleasure. “I haven’t eaten that good in weeks.”
She’s still breathing hard and looking at me with blown out pupils. She tries to say something but it comes out more like, “Hulhh?”
“Orgasm got your tongue?”
She limply lifts an arm like she’s gonna smack me on the shoulder, but she barely gets it off the bench seat before she drops it back to her stomach. It has me laughing all the more as I stuff my hard cock back down in my trousers. Whoa, buddy. Not right now. Maybe later.