Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82514 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82514 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
With her lip pinched under her teeth, she continued playing with herself, letting out a grunt of frustration.
“Be patient, Hanna. You don’t want a lover to rush with you, so don’t rush with yourself. This is your pleasure. Give your body what it deserves.”
The man stood from the chair and gripped the woman’s ankles, sliding up to her hips to guide her to the edge of the stage. He ripped her panties from her and tossed them aside so he could bury his face between her thighs.
The woman clutched his head and moaned. He moved until she was perched on the edge of the stage, he was on his knees and feasting on her like he was a starving man at a buffet.
“Daniel,” Hanna whispered. “Please. Help me.”
That was it. There was no way I’d turn down her plea. My hands lifted, and I looked down her body, unsure of where to start first. Too many places begged for my touch, but her fingers were busy at work between her thighs and her breasts heaved, calling to me like a Siren. I couldn’t keep my fucking eyes off them. I was like a man possessed, wanting to dive right in and devour her. She was so ripe for the taking, but I had to do this right.
I hovered on the edges of her dress, letting my thumbs play just a fraction under the material in the valley of her curves, giving her time to tell me to stop.
When she didn’t, I pinched the material on the sides, tugging the dress further and further, holding my breath until her pert nipples popped free. I’d seen a lot of breasts—loved a lot of breasts—but nothing would ever compare to Hanna’s blush rose nipples. The hard buds pulled tight in the cool air, goosebumps prickling along her firm flesh.
I cupped the bottoms, filling my palms completely, and rubbed my thumbs along the tips.
She almost shot out of my arms at the contact, but I loosely held her in place, tugging her back to my chest. The couple beyond the glass ceased to exist as I focused my sole attention on playing with the most perfect tits I’d ever seen.
My large hands barely covered her, massaging every inch, always circling back to her nipples. When her whimpers came fast and hard, matching the woman’s, I focused all my attention on the hard tips. Hanna’s hips were wild under her fingers, and I knew she was close. Holding the tip between my finger and thumb, I pinched, testing her boundaries. She arched into my hands, and I pinched tighter, twisting and tugging a little harder with each pass. She moaned louder, and pleasure shot down my spine knowing Hanna liked the bite of pain with her pleasure. I leaned in and bit the soft skin of her neck.
Her head pressed back against my shoulder, her thighs held wide, her back arched and she came with a silent scream, her mouth open wide.
“That’s it, baby. Come. Feel your pleasure. Look at you, controlling your body. So fucking good.”
I slowed my fingers as she slowed hers until she lay panting in my arms. Kissing up her neck, I whispered, “You did so well, Hanna. I’m so proud of you.”
She turned her head to me, and I forced myself to not lean in. Again, her full lips were mere inches from mine, damp from her tongue slicking across them, begging for me to have a taste.
“Thank you, Daniel. Thank you,” she breathed.
Rules were rules. We had them for a reason, and the ache building in my chest was the perfect reminder to hold back.
“Any time.”
“Tonight was perfect.” She giggled once her breathing evened out. “I can’t believe I made myself come again, and I liked it.”
Her words pierced my chest, hating what was taken from her. But then she giggled again, and I was honored to give her something to feel light enough to giggle about.
“I think I’ll need a second drink now.”
“I can get one for you if you’d like, but we’re not done yet.”
She looked up, her eyes still glossy from her orgasm, filled with a mixture of shock and excitement.
“How do you feel about third base?”
14
Hanna
Third base?
I quickly scrambled through my high school memories of what the bases were.
First was kissing, second was hands, third was…
“You want me to do oral?” I breathed, feeling my eyes widen. Surprisingly, with Daniel’s length still pressed to my back, I didn’t hate the idea.
“No. No,” Daniel rushed out. “I want you to receive.” He licked his lips, and I couldn’t help but imagine what his tongue would feel like between my legs. Would it be softer than his fingers? Just as firm? “Tonight is about you accepting your pleasure.”
“Ummm.” I sat up and considered my options, shifting my clothes back in place. I could give in to the pressure on my chest and say no because I was scared of how I’d react. We could have drinks, and I’d go home wondering what it would have been like. Or I could try. I could trust Daniel to stop if I needed him to—to not judge me if I did end up flipping out. I could take a step forward in a safe place with no regrets.