Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
I imagined Emery filling her hands with the hotel’s rosemary scented soap in the shower and lathering up her breasts. The tiny bubbles she created as she rubbed her tits would slide down over her glossy skin, following the curve of her body to run directly between her legs. The foaming soap would cling to her there, obscuring my view of her perfect slit.
I stroked my fist over myself and closed my eyes. What would she do if I walked in on her right now? Would her sexy mouth fall open in shock and her eyes fill with disapproval? Or would she smile and curl a finger at me, beckoning me to join her?
I jerked my hand faster, finding a rhythm that was quick enough to feel good but not enough to make me come. I thought about all the things I’d do to her. How I’d pin her against the tile and use a hand to explore the same path as the soap bubbles. The way she’d moan as I slipped two fingers inside. How I’d give her a kiss that rivaled the one we’d had yesterday.
My dick jerked at the thought.
How was it that of all my fantasies, kissing her was somehow the hottest?
I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my briefs and jerked them down, freeing my throbbing dick and giving me more room to work with. I palmed my balls with one hand and jerked off with the other, making the sheet covering me bounce and tent.
My fantasy turned a new direction. How would Emery react if she walked in on me? Would she cross her arms, lean against the doorframe, and gaze at me critically, or would she watch with interest? I imagined peeling back the sheet so she could get a better look. She’d see my tight fist working up and down my hard length and watch the hurried rise and fall of my chest as I struggled to catch my breath.
A groan tried to escape, but I clenched my teeth to hold it in. I pictured her climbing on the bed, seductively crawling over the sheets on all fours to get to me. She ringed her fingers around the base of my cock as the ends of her hair brushed over my thighs.
“It’s not allowed,” I’d warn.
“Shh,” she’d scold back. Her warm breath rolled over my skin as she lowered in, parted her lips, and slid her mouth around me.
“Fuck,” I uttered both in my head and aloud in the quiet room.
She’d mumble for forgiveness with a mouth full of dick as she made it all the way down. But the heat of her hot, wet mouth sucking on me burned away everything else. No need for an apology. The image made me sweat and my knees weak.
I pumped my hand harder. God, I’d fuck her mouth until I was right at the edge and covered in her saliva, and then I’d roll her onto her back to return the favor. I’d get her good and ready to take all of me. Would she beg me to break my vow?
Or would I beg her to let me?
If I didn’t stop, I was going to come, and I slowed with the uncertainty of what to do. Was I serious about letting her catch me jerking off? I wasn’t shy, and I’d already told her I did it, but this had the potential to backfire spectacularly. If Emery didn’t like what she saw, how would she be comfortable with me? Forget sharing a bed the rest of the week.
If I was going to come, I needed to do it now. I wasn’t sure how long she’d been in the shower, so it could end at any minute. I focused my listening to see if I could hear her messing with the bottles and guess how much time I had left—
A soft cry echoed off the tile, just loud enough to be heard. It didn’t sound like she’d been startled or was in pain—this breathy gasp was something else. Something that sounded a hell of a lot like pleasure.
Was she getting herself off right now, while I was out here doing the same thing?
“Goddamnit,” I groaned. I gave up holding back and stroked furiously. It made a jolt of pleasure burst through me, and as I came, I cupped my fist around the head of my dick to catch the mess I was creating. Each spurt into my hand was followed by a shudder of bliss, which slowed to a tingling stop.
I had both hands clamped between my legs as I lay still and stared up at the vagina-covered ceiling, waiting for my body to finish cooling. I knew I needed to get out of bed, find some tissues, and clean up, but I was lethargic and distracted by a single thought.