Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
And I want to see more. God, I want to see so much more.
“Lose the lace. I want nothing between my eyes and your body.”
Her hands tremble as she brings them to the front clasp of her bra. Parting the cups, she lets the straps slide down her arms, exposing the sexiest pair of tits I’ve ever seen. They’re not too small, not too big. They’re perfect; perky, round, and creamy, with rosy pink nipples forming two buds I can’t wait to get my mouth on.
“Your panties,” I rasp out.
Her shy gaze falters as she pushes her panties down her thighs and steps out of them.
Naked. Sadie is completely fucking naked in front of me. The moment is too surreal.
I gesture to my bed. “Lie back and spread your legs.”
“Spread my legs?” She sounds incredulous, which is kind of cute.
“Uh-huh.” A gentle shove sends her onto my bed. “I want to see you.”
“W-why?”
God, does she have no idea how gorgeous she is? “You saw me last night, did you not?”
Her cheeks turn pink as she lowers her gaze to the front of my pants, and I know she’s remembering. She didn’t just see me—she also tasted me.
I wish I could return the favor, but that’s not happening. Not yet. Every move I make with her has to be careful and thought-out.
“Now, Sawyer. Spread your legs.”
She appears stricken by what I’m asking of her, but she follows my directions anyway. Hell, I can hardly believe I’m letting this side of me out in front of her—the take charge side that few women see, unless they’re naked in my bed.
Sadie’s trembling as she scoots back on the mattress by a few inches. Legs bent at the knees, she parts her thighs before my hungry eyes, and my breath hitches.
She’s already wet.
I fist my hands, clamoring for composure at the sight of her glistening pussy. I can’t fuck this up.
Not with Sadie.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
“Thank you,” she whispers, almost reverently as she locks her jade eyes on mine. We stare at each other for what seems like forever, and I think we both recognize this moment for what it is.
A journey down a rocky path we can’t come back from.
“Rub yourself.”
She visibly swallows, her gaze taking in my towering form standing between her splayed thighs. I clasp my hands at my back and wait her out, knowing this isn’t easy for her. She’s inhibited, unsure of herself, and I want her to see just how much watching her can affect a man.
How much it affects me.
“Ashton…” Her right hand forms a fist at her side.
“I can smell your sweet scent from here. You’re aroused and wet as hell. Touch yourself, Sadie.”
Inch by inch, she moves her hand toward her pussy, eyes drifting shut the instant her fingers slide home. But I’m not about to let her retreat into herself. Shedding my own shirt, I toss it across the room then lean over the bed, fitting my torso between her legs. I prop myself up with a hand on either side of her head.
Her eyes fly open.
“I want to watch you come.”
“I-I don’t…I don’t know if I can in front—”
Dipping my head, I suck her nipple into my mouth, and she cuts off her protest with a gasp.
“Jesus!”
“Jesus isn’t here right now, sweetheart. It’s just you and me.” I kiss a path across her heaving chest to her other nipple and gently capture it between my teeth. She’s moaning, writhing underneath me, and I know she’s finally getting out of her own head, losing herself to impending orgasmic bliss. Glancing down between our bodies, I watch her fingers move fast over her clit.
My jeans are becoming too tight, and the need to unzip is overwhelming, but I don’t dare move. One glance at her face has me transfixed. She’s straining her neck, chin tilting toward the ceiling, and though her eyes are closed, it doesn’t bother me this time because I know she’s lost to the touch of her hand.
To the heat of my body hovering over her.
To my mouth on her feverish skin.
She is one-hundred percent here in the moment with me. I drag my tongue over her nipple then blow on it, loving the way it puckers. Loving the way she moans my name.
“You taste so fucking good.”
“I’m gonna come.” Sweat breaks out on her skin, and she’s rolling her head back and forth as she chants oh God over and over again.
“You’re close,” I whisper, brushing my mouth over her collarbone. Barely grazing her skin, I make my way up the smooth column of her neck until I find her ear. “The pressure’s building, making you wetter.”
“Ashton.” The way she cries my name—with a breathless whimper that pleads for mercy—spears straight through me, slicing me in two.
“So fucking sexy. Surrender to it, Sadie.”