Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
And…wait.
I guess I’m in love with Aithar. It’s another thought that didn’t occur to me until just now, but once it does, it seems like the most natural thing in the world. Of course I am. How could anyone not love this sweet, endearing man?
“What’s the most sensitive part of you?” he asks suddenly, lifting his head.
Shifting on the bed, I can feel my cheeks getting hot. “Two areas, really. My breasts are sensitive, and between my thighs—especially my clit.”
“Then I will focus my efforts there.” He lowers his head and nuzzles the tip of one breast, and I gasp at the jolt of pleasure it sends through me. “Like that?”
“Just like that,” I agree.
He plays with my breasts, nipping and licking and sucking until I’m squirming on the bed under him. He’s fascinated by the shape of them and how sensitive they are, and just when I think he’s done and will be moving on to another part of my body, he’s back there again. I’m squirming and panting by the time he kisses his way back down my navel and then heads lower this time.
Yes, yes please. This is what I need.
Aithar gets a confident, wicked grin on his face when he kisses his way down to the tuft of hair between my thighs. I spread my legs for him, making a needy sound as I do.
He kisses the inside of my thigh and heads toward my knee.
That tease. I cry out in frustration. “Wrong way.”
“Oh? I had no idea. I am new to all of this, you see.” The sparkle in his eyes tells me that he’s having fun, that he loves being in control. And I love it, too, but I’d love it even more if he would touch the parts of me that are throbbing with need.
“Then let me direct you.”
“No, that would be cheating.” He caresses my knee and kisses the inside of my thigh again. “You’ll just have to be patient.”
I make another pained sound. Patient. Right.
And yet I’m forced to be patient as he explores my legs, caressing my calf and thigh, touching me and stroking my skin. When he finally kisses the spot where my leg meets my sex, I whimper with hunger.
When he finally, finally kisses my pussy, I make the most needy sound I’ve ever heard come out of myself.
“You are very sensitive here,” he breathes, and I swear I can feel his breath on my skin. Then his mouth is on me, and he’s exploring and tasting, making appreciative sounds as he learns my body.
I have to bite my tongue, because I know if I tell him where to go and how to touch me, he’ll deliberately avoid following my instructions. I guide him with the sounds I make, crying out when his tongue moves over my clit. He makes a happy noise and focuses his attention there, until I’m panting and writhing on the bed. “You taste so good,” he tells me repeatedly. “My new favorite meal.”
An orgasm builds in my belly, quivering through me, and I rock my hips against his eager mouth until I come with a shriek, delighting and surprising myself.
So much for thinking I’d be too stressed to climax.
I collapse on the bed, panting, as he rests his cheek on the inside of my thigh. “You are so beautiful, my sweet dairymaid,” he murmurs, and instead of letting me recover, he casually drags his thumb over my clit and begins to tease it. “Can you come for me again?”
This is payback for all the times I teased him with the milker, I decide. When I made him come over and over again. It’s the sweetest sort of retaliation, though, and by the time he’s fingered me into two more climaxes, I whimper and beg for mercy.
“How many times can you come before it becomes uncomfortable for you, my sweetness?”
“I’m…almost…there…now,” I manage. “Can you just fuck me now, please?”
He gives a ragged groan, burying his face against my skin, and I realize how close he is to losing control himself. Aithar breathes hard for a few minutes, composing himself, and lifts his head. He’s flushed, skin sweaty, but there’s a look of joy on his face.
Joy…and his pupils are huge with arousal. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Absolutely.” I wriggle on the bed. “Right now, please. I’m aching for it.”
He nods, as if not trusting his voice, and carefully moves his big body over mine. He kisses me once, twice, and gets to his feet and strips his clothing off. There’s a wet spot on the front of his trou, and when he lowers them, his cock springs free, hard and aching and flushed a deep magenta red that tells me how needy he is. I moan at the sight of it, and when he moves back into the bed, I hook one leg around his hips and try to drag him forward.