Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 174623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 698(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 698(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
His mouth moves again, planting tiny kisses all over my neck and chest. My nipples tighten from a combination of arousal and the cool air in the room.
For a split second, I consider asking him to turn out the lights, but there's a whisper in my head telling me that I don't want to miss a second of what I'm going to experience with this man by covering it in darkness.
He presses a soft kiss to my left breast, but that's the only warning I get before he wraps his lips around my nipple and draws it into his mouth.
I moan, the sound escaping before I can control my reaction.
I clamp a hand over my mouth, embarrassed at the noise I made.
He pulls his mouth free, standing to his full height as he looks down at me.
"What's wrong?"
I shake my head, feeling a little ashamed as he reaches up and pulls my hand away from my mouth.
"I was too loud."
He shakes his head again, his teeth scraping over his bottom lip.
"No, Juliet. You weren't too loud. Did it feel good?"
I nod.
"Tell me," he urges, and I can feel the heat in my cheeks grow even hotter than before.
"It felt good."
"Can I do it again?"
"Please," I beg.
He lowers his head again, this time turning his attention to my right breast. He doesn't pepper kisses on my skin this time; he strikes at my nipple, licking the tightened bud before drawing it into his mouth.
I moan again, this time not bothering to cover my mouth or hedge my reactions. I feel his smile, as if he's won some sort of victory, against my skin. When he pulls his mouth back, he nips at the tip of my breast, and yet another moan rumbles from my lips.
"You liked that," he says, an observation, not a question.
"I did," I confirm.
"Then you're going to love this," he says.
He crouches, his thumbs hooked into the waist of my sleep shorts. He drags them down, his movement halted when he sees the other scar left behind from Graham's attack.
Instead of letting it put a damper on our moment, he presses another soft kiss to that area and continues to lower my sleep shorts until he's urging me to pull one leg out and then the other before casting them aside.
"I knew it," he whispers, placing a soft kiss on my hip.
"I-umm... I didn't shave. I didn't know this was going to hap—"
He stands once again, his eyes mere inches from mine.
"Do you feel the need to shave for sex, Juliet?"
"What?"
"Do you want to shave for sex?"
"I just always—"
His finger curls under my chin, halting my words.
"Do you want to shave for sex?"
I pause, not knowing exactly what to say.
"If you feel the need to shave for sex, we can go in the bathroom right now, and I'll shave you myself. If that's what you want."
I try not to let my mind get lost in the intimacy of him shaving me. Although I don't hate the idea, I know that's not the reason why he's asking.
"How do you feel about it?" I counter.
He shakes his head, and I grip his waist tighter when I feel his muscles tense, like he's going to step back.
"It's your body, Juliet."
"Does it bother you?"
He shakes his head. "It doesn't matter to me either way. I'm comfortable with whatever you're comfortable with."
"Okay," I tell him. "Let's proceed."
He smiles at me.
"Am I ruining this?" I ask.
"Not at all," he assures me as he lowers back into a crouch right in front of my body.
I look up at the ceiling. I don't feel demoralized by his attention solely on me, but I'd be lying if I said the scrutiny wasn't tipping on the edge of unease.
"Is this what you wanted me to see for myself?" he asks, his breath hot on my skin.
I tremble, my knees buckling and almost making me drop to the floor when he swipes his finger over the front of my panties.
I glance down, seeing him look right up at me as he swipes his finger there again.
My damp panties provide no real barrier from his attention, and the throb of my clit feels almost too powerful to ignore.
I nod, loving the way he smiles up at me.
"I like this, Juliet," he says, his voice nearly a growl as he leans closer.
"What are you doing?" I ask, my hand reaching out to the top of his head.
"I was going to have a taste," he says.
I'm not a prude. I know there are all sorts of pleasures you can get from oral sex. I've just never been the one on the receiving end of it.
"Do you not want me to?" he asks, his tone conversational.
"I didn't... that's not what... I've just never had that done before," I confess.
His eyes darken, but I don't get the vibe that the shadows are there because of something I've done wrong.