Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
There was something I wanted to touch even more now. Something I knew in my gut would feel a thousand times better than any unspoiled blade of grass.
Warning bells were going off in every part of my brain as I reached my hand up, but I ignored every one of them. My eyes stayed on my finger as I ran it along the woman’s cheek, smearing some of the mascara. I didn’t care, though, because the moisture helped me wipe some of the dust away, revealing slivers of pale skin. It felt like silk slipping between my fingers.
A soft whimper snatched me from the haze my now quiet brain had been lost in.
My first reaction should have been to pull my hand away, but instead, I shifted my eyes back to mossy green ones that had started this whole thing. I told myself to say something… to apologize for my uninvited touch, but I couldn’t find the words because I wasn’t sorry.
How was I supposed to be sorry for something finally coming to life inside me?
Slim, delicate fingers wrapped around my wrist. The grip was stronger than I would have expected, but instead of my hand being shoved away as it rightfully should have, the small hand merely held on to me.
Like a lifeline.
I never once broke eye contact as I dared to move my finger lower. Neither of us blinked. We didn’t seem to breathe. It felt like we were both on some kind of precipice of something greater than ourselves.
Everything changed as my finger skimmed the corner of the stranger’s mouth, though. Our eye contact was broken the second the rough pad of my finger continued its exploration of a soft, plump lower lip. I dropped my eyes to watch as my thumb’s movement caused dust to fall away, leaving a light shade of pink behind. Short, hot puffs of air escaped as I fully uncovered the lips that were drawing me in like a moth to a flame.
I forgot where we were, I forgot the time of day; I forgot everything but my own name and that was only because I wanted to hear it come from those pretty lips. I was about to beg the owner’s mouth to utter my name when the hand that was locked around mine hesitantly took control. I was powerless to stop what happened next
My dick was already straining the confines of my jeans and my nuts felt like they could blow at any moment, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t hyperaware of what was happening to me. I fully expected the long fingers to either push my hand away or, if someone one upstairs was truly watching out for me, encourage my fingers to trace the soft lips again.
What I got was the sight of my thumb being drawn between now parted lips.
“Jesus,” I whispered as a harsh tremor of need hit my body. I couldn’t tear my eyes from the sight of my thumb disappearing into what turned out to be a hot, lush mouth. Those soft as silk lips closed around my digit and that was all it took.
Every speck of sanity disintegrated, and the voice in my brain trying to whisper that what I was doing was wrong was immediately silenced.
In one smooth move, I dropped my head and covered those gorgeous lips with mine. My tongue replaced my thumb. I tasted, I licked, I touched; all in the space of a few seconds. I knew what I was doing was beyond irrational, but when I tried to rein the kiss in so I could stop it, I found that I no longer really had a say in it because the mouth beneath mine hungrily took over the kiss. At some point, the hand that had been gripping my wrist had latched on to the lapels of my sheepskin-lined jacket and, along with the other hand, was pulling me forward.
The silent permission had me leaning into the small body that had already been pressed back against the wall. At that point it was everyone for themselves. We dueled for control of the kiss; we moaned and grunted in pleasure as our tongues clashed and danced at the same time. My hat ended up on the ground when those somehow already familiar fingers slid through my hair and gripped hard, making sure I couldn’t duck out of the kiss.
I had absolutely no interest in being anywhere else. I would have said so, but neither of us could stop kissing long enough for words. Those moments when we actually had to stop to catch our breaths still found us trading gentle, teasing kisses.
I’d had plenty of sex before, and I’d done some kissing with a few partners here and there, but what I was doing now wasn’t kissing. It was so much more than that.