Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
The bodice of the dress was stiff enough to stand on its own, but I felt the cool night air make its way between the fabric and my body, stiffening my nipples into hard peaks. Julian reached for me again, but I shook my head and stepped forward. “Your turn.” I slipped his jacket off his shoulders, then undid the buttons of his waistcoat. Then, finally, I could work on the buttons of his crisp white shirt. Inch by inch, I revealed his broad, tanned chest. The light golden hair turned silver in the moonlight. The trail of it from his belly button down into the waist of his pants was positively sinful. I pushed the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. I reached for the button of his pants next, but he stopped me.
“Your turn,” he said, and tugged my dress down over my hips until it was a heap at my feet. He hissed in his breath through his teeth. “It’s a good thing I didn’t know you were only wearing that underneath.”
It was a black lace teddy from La Perla. Too expensive for my budget, but too beautiful not to buy. Besides, Fletcher had set me up with an account that had paid for the rest of my outfit and shoes for tonight at another store. A business expense, he called it.
What would have happened if you’d known?” I asked, my voice breathless and teasing.
“We wouldn’t have made it home.” He put both hands around my waist and ran them up my ribcage until they were just underneath the swell of my breasts. “You look fucking amazing, Laurier. Now take it off.”
“No, now it’s your turn.” It was hard to focus with the heat pulsing between my legs turning my knees to jelly, but I managed to get the top button of his pants unsnapped. I pulled the zipper down, and Julian let go of me to shove them down with one hand. He was wearing white cotton boxer briefs, but his cock was so hard it was jutting out of them.
My mouth went dry as I looked at it, wondering how on earth it was going to fit inside me. How it would feel good. But then another wave of lust overtook me, and I stopped caring about the specifics. Though Julian’s hands had moved around to the back of my teddy, trying to flick open the small latches, I sank down to my knees, out of his reach.
His eyes glistened in the darkness as he stared down at me, watching with predatory intensity as I pulled his underwear down and slipped my lips around his cock. His hands, now empty, were clenched, and I could see the tendons standing out in his neck. I slid slowly up and down, enveloping him in my mouth and then pulling back until only the tip remained between my lips.
He let out a choked groan and slid his hand into my hair. His fingers tangled in the length, but he didn’t try to control the movement. He just held on with one hand, and his other slipped down to my breasts. He squeezed lightly, rubbing the rough pad of his thumb over my nipples. The pleasure was exquisite and added to the heat between my legs. I was so ready for him now that I was nearly panting–no longer worried at all about how his cock was going to fit inside. Only worried that I would explode before it finally did.
Julian seemed to be on the same page, because he pulled me to my feet and over to the bed. “I’d like to return the favor, but if I don’t get inside you soon…” he muttered, his voice strangled, and his face clenched.
“I know,” I gasped, scrambling onto it. My heart leapt as I felt the mattress buckle under his weight. On our knees, our mouths found each other again in a fierce, desperate kiss, then he pushed me down against the pillows and pulled my knees apart, settling his heavy thigh between them. His hot mouth came down to my neck, and the sensation rippled through my entire body. I wrapped my legs around his, pushing up against it, desperate for the friction.
“Fuck,” Julian gasped, “I’m trying to go slow, Laurier.”
“Don’t go slow,” I begged. “I want you inside me. Not soon. Now.” I’d waited twenty-five years, but now I felt like I couldn’t wait another second.
Luckily, I didn’t have to. With a tearing groan, Julian spread my legs further apart and lined up the head of his cock with my entrance. He had to feel how wet and hot and ready I was, but still he hesitated.
“You want to do this,” he repeated, and this time, I recognized it as a question. It was the last time he’d ask. After this, there was no going back.