Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“I love the sound of the rain,” Kiel said as he nuzzled into Eloise’s neck.
“Me too.”
Around two in the morning, they scrambled out of bed when the first crack of thunder woke them. Eloise swore as rain came down fast and in sheets, almost as if a fireman stood outside her deck and sprayed them with their high-powered hose.
“I wish I could paint in the rain.”
“Why can’t you?”
Eloise leaned away so she could see Kiel. “Paint and water,” she said. “Usually washes away the design.”
He chuckled lightly and kissed her nose. “What I meant was, why not put an awning up or one of those pop-up tents? I see those all the time at the craft fairs my mom drags me to.”
“You go to craft fairs?”
“She forces me,” he said. “Drags me by my ear.”
Eloise didn’t believe him for a second. “I think it’s cute that you go with your mom.”
Kiel lifted his shoulder. “She asks and I never have the heart to tell her no. Besides, at the time I was only home for the summer and being her only son, she wanted to spend as much time with me as possible before I went back to school.”
Eloise propped herself up onto her elbow and pulled the sheet over her bare chest. Kiel eyed her and then the sheet. “Focus up here, buddy.” She teased.
Kiel sighed heavily and mocked annoyance. “Fine.”
When she looked into his blue eyes, she swore she could see his soul. She ran her fingers through his hair, loving the way the strands felt between her fingers. Eloise had taken him to get it cut last week because he wouldn’t stop complaining about how long it was, only for him to ask for a trim. She couldn’t believe him and grabbed the shaver off the counter and turned it on, threatening him with it. Out of fear, he asked for a double trim, and then admitted afterward he never knew what to ask for when he got his haircut.
“Do your parents care that you’re here every night?”
“No.” He kissed her softly. “My mom is very encouraging about me living life to the fullest and doing what makes me happy.”
“Do I make you happy?”
“Beyond measure,” he told her. Kiel pulled her to him, pushing the sheet away from her body. Eloise sighed when their skin touched. His hands were on her hips, and he guided her over his body. She felt his hard erection between her legs.
Eloise sat up, and the sheet fell to her waist. Kiel lay there. Under her. Watching her. She wiggled her ass and he let out a long hiss.
“Are you going to torment me because I stared at your tits?”
“Yes.” She picked up his hand and brought two of his fingers into her mouth. She sucked them into her mouth the same way she had sucked his cock the night before.
“Jesus, Eloise. You’re killing me.” Kiel had admitted to her he was horny twenty-four seven around her, and that he couldn’t seem to quench his need for her.
Not that she wanted him to.
She pulled his fingers from her mouth and set them on her peaked nipple. Her head fell back at the cool sensation against her flesh.
Kiel groaned and his other hand came up, cupping her breast and rubbing his thumb over her nipples until the need to taste her took over. He sat up best as he could and latched onto one nipple then the other in quick succession. Sucking each into his mouth, separating them only when necessary to lick across her hardened peaks with long, wet strokes of his tongue before diving back for more.
All the while, Eloise swiveled her hips against his cock, coating it with her juices. She loved teasing him, pushing him to the brink. She knew it frustrated him, but foreplay was her favorite thing besides fucking him and kissing him. God, she loved kissing him more than anything. Eloise loved watching Kiel devote time to worshiping her body, to doing things that made her feel like a goddess.
Kiel trailed his lips over her soft skin, setting a blazing line of torture and pleasure on his journey to the apex between her legs. She waited for it with anticipation as she rocked back and forth over his shaft, heat pooling inside of Eloise already.
Her body sang with every touch he made against her, away from them both in waves that grew more intense until finally he reached their destination—the hooded bud at the very top where all sensation ended and wicked pleasure began.
Kiel wasted no time pressing two fingers deep inside of Eloise while playing havoc on her clit with his thumb in slow circles that escalated the intensity when she moaned hungrily for more.
“Look at me,” he demanded. “I want to see you when you come on my fingers.”