Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
It’s about two in the morning when he wanders outside. I’m lying on an old picnic blanket in the backyard. The perfect position for staring at the stars and thinking deep thoughts. Or nothing at all. With all of the trees standing guard along the fence line, you can almost believe you were out in the wild. Untouched by trouble and nowhere near civilization. Some nights it’s a really calming idea.
He stretches out beside me with a sigh. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Just had a bad dream.”
His voice is rough and low from sleep. “What was it?”
“The usual. Hands around my throat, and I can’t breathe.”
He frowns. A pair of jeans are all he wears. Lean muscle and messy hair are a delight in the moonlight. The cut of his jaw and the concern in his eyes. “Wake me next time.”
“One of us should get us some sleep.”
“Wake me next time,” he repeats.
“Okay.”
He grunts.
“The problem is the nightmare wakes me up, and then my brain gets busy thinking about things, and then I can’t get back to sleep.”
“What sort of things?”
“Anything really.”
“You’re an overthinker,” he says.
“Like you wouldn’t believe.”
He looks me over, taking in the sleep shorts and tank. Then he rises on one elbow and checks out our surroundings. Auggie is asleep inside on his dog bed like a good boy. And the neighborhood is quiet as can be. All of the sensible sorts are fast asleep in their beds. Even the media are missing for now. Though knowing my luck they’ll return tomorrow for more fuckery. This time of night is reserved for nocturnal creatures in this corner of the world.
Without a word, he hooks a couple of fingers in the side of my shorts and the panties beneath. Down my legs and off they go. Which is when he crawls between my legs. His face is positioned just so, and my legs are lifted over his thick shoulders. The heat of his body against the touch of the cooler night air is stirring in all sorts of interesting ways. Guess he enjoys al fresco dining, and who am I to complain?
He nuzzles my inner thigh. Rubs his mouth against my sensitive skin. The light graze of his stubble is a breathtaking thing. Just amazing. My nerve endings light up like fireworks. And everything low in my stomach seems hot and heavy. No part of me isn’t focused on him and what he’s doing. The feel of his breath against my sex is making me so wet. There isn’t room in my mind for anything else. In this one moment, he’s my whole world and I don’t hate it. He traces the crease where my torso meets my leg with the tip of his nose. Just this ever so gentle touch is both too much and not enough. I need him a couple of inches over like my life depends on it. But of course, he takes his time.
Something I learned last night is how much he likes kissing. The man can make out for hours. And he kisses my labia now, sucking and licking with utmost skill. My eyes roll back in my head and the stars up high disappear. His thumbs hold my lips open as he lavishes me with attention. My heartbeat has moved south, sitting between my thighs. He fucks me with his tongue, eating me as if nothing else matters. As if he has never tasted anything better in his life.
The way this man goes straight to my head. Nothing could be more potent than having his mouth on me. My heels move restlessly against his back. My hands are tangled in his hair. No one has done this for me before. Not like this. Noah doesn’t stop until I’m shaking from head to toe. He grips my thighs tight, holding me in place, as he lashes me with his tongue.
Someone’s loudly panting and moaning and it’s me. There’s every chance I’ve even forgotten my own name. His talented tongue draws circles around my clit. Around and around until I lose my fucking mind. The teasing flicks of the tip of his tongue are killing me. I have unfortunately forgotten the English language. But someone needs to tell him to stop messing around and finish me off before I accidentally tear out his hair. Which is when the whole universe explodes. White light as far as the eye can see. Planets and stars and moons are reduced to ash and dust. It’s like my body is gone, scattered to the corners of the earth by a strong breeze. The post-come float is heavenly. I never want to come down. But someone is putting my panties and shorts back on me before picking me up in strong arms.
“You’ll sleep now,” he says.
And he has me so relaxed he’s probably right.