Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
His hand stayed there after, fingers still inside of me, but unmoving, as I shifted my head, softly sealing my lips to his, feeling them coming alive under mine. Slow and soft at first, then harder and hungrier as the moments stretched on.
It wasn’t until his tongue was moving over mine, then his teeth nipping my lower lip that I felt the desire growing once again. Somehow, just as strong as before.
Pulling back, I looked down at him as both my hands rose to his chest, going to his buttons, and working each of them free, feeling his heated gaze on me as mine focused on my task. And the exposed skin beneath.
He was covered in tattoos. All across his chest and down his torso. Each piece distinct in and of itself, but somehow all of it fitting together to form one big masterpiece.
I found that I wanted to spend hours on his chest, fingers tracing the outlines of each tattoo, asking him if any of them had any meaning, and stories.
I could feel a crushing sadness press against me as I realized I couldn’t have that.
But I pushed those thoughts away.
I couldn’t have that.
But right here, right now, I could have this. I wasn’t going to spoil it with negative thoughts. I was going to let myself enjoy every moment I had with this man.
Finished with his buttons, I let my fingers roam, watching as his muscles twitched a bit under my exploring touch, teasing the lines down the center of his chest right to the top of his waistband.
When I glanced back up, Cesare’s gaze was molten and his lips were parted slightly. His breath was coming out ragged and his hand was digging into my hip.
Emboldened, I scooted back on his lap until his hands fell away, until I was slipping off of his lap and onto my knees in front of him.
I watched the flames spark in his eyes as my hands slid up his thighs, then across to unfasten his belt, then work his button and zipper free.
My palm brushed over him through his pants, making his breath hiss out of him and his hips jerk slightly.
Feeling almost drunk on the power I had over him right that moment, my hand slipped inside his boxer briefs, closing around his cock, and freeing it from the material.
My hand slid down his thick length, holding him at the base as I slowly leaned forward over him, keeping eye contact until I couldn’t anymore.
I teased my tongue over the head, making a savage curse escape him as his hand slammed down on my shoulder, fingers digging in as I slowly sucked him into my mouth.
As I worked him, I was spurred on by his ragged breathing, his almost pained hisses, his muffled curses.
His hand slid from my shoulder and twisted into the hair at the nape of my neck, holding on as I started to work him a little faster.
The feel of him in my hand, the taste of him in my mouth, the sounds of his pleasure, it was all somehow making the need within me grow.
The familiar pressure, the ache, the throbbing, the hyper-awareness of the space inside of me that I wanted him to fill.
“Fuck, baby, wait,” he hissed, fingers grabbing my hair, yanking hard when a gentle tug didn’t have me moving back.
But as the pain ricocheted across my scalp—something that somehow made even more pleasure flood my system—I had no choice but to move back, his cock sliding out from between my lips.
When I looked up at him, his chest was rising and falling quickly, his breathing ragged.
His free hand moved out, tracing the lower edge of my swollen lips.
“Get back up here,” he demanded softly.
Bracing my hands on his thighs, I slid back onto his lap.
His lips were on mine almost immediately. Hard. Crushing. Desperate.
“Could watch you on your knees for me for fucking hours,” he murmured as he pressed his lips to my neck. “But I need to be inside of you,” he added, his gaze meeting mine as his body shifted, so he could reach into his back pocket.
I knew this was where it should have ended. I should have wised up before it went further.
But I was helpless to do anything but bury my face in his neck, breathing in his spicy scent as I pressed soft kisses to his skin as he protected us.
Finished, his hand gripped the base, allowing him to slide the head up and down my cleft, teasing over my clit, and filling me with anticipation.
It wasn’t until I sat back, and his gaze held mine, that he shifted himself back down, pressing at the entrance of my body, then teasing in.
I felt the stretch of him with a whimper as he let out a shuddering breath.