Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 115468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
She sat up slightly and pulled her shirt over her head and I let out a sound that was a mix between a groan and a growl, my gaze drinking in pink lace covering full, round breasts. I brought my hands up which caused me to fall back on the table and Rory laughed, coming with me. We kissed for a few more minutes, licking into each other’s mouths with increasing urgency, and when I flipped her over, she laughed again. I gazed down at her, a distant stream of golden light falling over her skin and causing it to glow. “You’re so beautiful.”
“So are you, Ivy League,” she said, her voice both soft and throaty. “Now take off your clothes.”
I grinned, leaning up and pulling off my shirt and tossing it aside. Then I quickly undid her bra, her breasts spilling from the material and rendering me momentarily speechless.
I ran a finger around her nipple, her breath hitching as the berry-colored peak hardened. I stared, mesmerized, my mouth going dry and for a second, I forgot what I was supposed to do next. I had the sudden flash of the time I’d gotten lost in the woods on a Pelion Lake fishing trip. I’d been there a hundred times before and yet somehow, I got turned around, my internal overhead map blinking off and rendering me disoriented and confused. My instinct then had been to run, to go crashing through the woods as I yelled for help. But I hadn’t. I’d taken a deep breath, centered myself and found my way home. Now though? I wasn’t sure which direction to head in. My instinct was only to put my mouth on her. It didn’t matter the order or the technique. I just wanted to taste every part of her. To feel her skin, to relish her most intimate scents. I chuckled at my disjointed thoughts and the foreign feeling of being lost on familiar territory and the choked laugh sounded as bewildered as I felt. And again, there was only honesty. “You make me forget what to do.” You make me forget who I am. And that felt scary but somehow good too. Like being lost…and then found.
She wove her fingers through my hair as I kissed the dip between her breasts, licking the skin there and finding it both sweet and slightly salty. “Is there an agenda?”
Was there? There always had been. Wasn’t an agenda good? An agenda meant skill. And skill ensured both parties were ultimately satisfied. Right?
No. No, suddenly that seemed so boring. So choreographed. My mind half removed as I shifted through the motions.
At my hesitation, Rory tipped my face to hers, her heated gaze meeting mine. “No agenda. No perfect. I don’t want that. Just you and me. Just now. I just want you to touch me and I want to touch you. If this is any indication,” she said, reaching between our bodies and cupping my throbbing erection, “I think you want that too. Very badly.”
I groaned, pressing toward her hand. “Yes,” I breathed.
“Let go, Gage.”
Let go. I didn’t know how to do that. But apparently, my body had some idea because when my pent-up breath gusted from my mouth and I leaned in, trailing my lips over and around her breast, drawing ever closer to her nipple, that feeling of being lost descended once again. I was only sensation and instinct and yearning. I heard her head fall back on the pool table and felt her core ground up into mine. We both made sounds of frustrated pleasure, hers turning into a sigh as I sucked one nipple into my mouth, testing and tasting as her sighs turned into pants and her legs came up, wrapping around my hips.
“Gage, I want you so much. Please,” she moaned. But I wasn’t done tasting her. I ached with the need for release, but I didn’t want this to be over yet. Because it’s all you’ll ever get of her.
Only I wouldn’t think of that. Not now when her nipple was in my mouth, her scent was all around me and sweet little groans of pleasure were growing louder and more persistent.
I grunted, and she let out a pained laugh at what I assumed to be the vibration against her breast. And so I did it again to the same result. No agenda. Just need and response. I felt free in a way I never had before. Free and more aroused than I even knew was possible.
We twisted together, pressing and touching and gasping, mouths and limbs tangled until I could barely breathe.
“I…God…”
“Yes, yes…”
“Now…”
“Yesssss.”
Then I was standing, my feet planted on the floor as she lifted her ass and I removed her pants and underwear with shaking hands and then tossed them aside. “Condom,” she said and for a second the word made no sense.