Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Plus, the idea of having her naked in my bathtub is a huge perk.
Emilia swallows, nodding once. "Okay."
I lead her down the hall, turning lights on as we go. The master bathroom is all white tile and gray marble, and it's big enough to hold an entire army, but all I care about is the sunken tub tucked into the corner. I start the water, letting the tub fill.
She's unsure, I can read it in her body language, but Emmy is also curious. She's watching me with those big blue eyes, waiting for my next move. The situation is already painfully intimate, and it will only take one more move for it to become something more.
So I move.
I'm slow, more gentle than my instincts push me to be, cupping her jaw with one hand and tilting her face to slant my mouth over hers. She whimpers, but doesn't pull away, opening her lips and returning the kiss with an enthusiasm that makes me hard in seconds.
I've never wanted anything more than I want this girl.
I'm still kissing her, sliding my tongue into her mouth, as my hands wander down her back, cupping her ass. She's in a knee-length sheath dress, and I find the zipper easily, pulling it down and helping her shimmy out of the garment. Her hands are already busy with the buttons on my shirt, and when I break the kiss, she yanks the fabric off my shoulders.
Emilia is beautiful, and her body is no exception. She's wearing a simple white bra and panty set, and the lace does little to conceal the hard nipples poking against the material. Her stomach is soft, her hips flaring out from her waist, and her ass deliciously round. My cock twitches, and I reach around her to unhook the clasp. The lace falls away, and her full, perfect breasts are bared for me, her nipples a dusky pink.
I kiss her again, lifting her easily into my arms and carrying her to the edge of the tub. Emmy kicks off her shoes and pulls her panties down her legs, and as soon as she's completely naked, I ease her into the steaming water.
"Oh god," she groans, laying her head against the back of the tub and closing her eyes. "This feels so good."
I kneel beside her, coaxing her to lean forward so I can wash her perfect body with soft, teasing strokes. When the water goes gray from soot, I drain it, filling it again and continuing to touch her. This time my fingers linger on her nipples, running circles around the sensitive buds, the other hand drifting down her stomach to her pussy. Her soft sounds of pleasure fill the steamy bathroom, and every one of them makes me want to fuck her more.
This isn't about me. This is about making Emilia Moretti feel good and erasing the trauma of the explosion.
"Sandro..."
Her eyes are closed and her lips are parted, and the way she's saying my name, the low moan, is going to haunt me for the rest of my life. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you."
Her answer is immediate, and so is the growl that escapes me. "You have me."
"Touch me," she begs, her hips moving against my hand. I can make her come right here in the bath, but there are better ways.
She's surprised when I scoop her up out of the water, uncaring that the water is soaking my pants as I wrap her in a towel and carry her to my bed. The sheets are dark, the room dim, and she's a vision lying on my bedspread, her damp skin and pink-tipped nipples the only thing that's visible.
I kiss her, long and deep, my hand sliding down her body to part her thighs. I can feel how wet she is, the moisture coating her thighs, and I slide one finger over her clit. She goes stiff, gasping, and then arches up, her head thrown back against the pillows.
"Oh, Sandro..."
The words are out of my mouth before I can give them a second thought. I know what I want from her, from this hot-as-fuck, brave woman I’ve chosen. "Call me Daddy, Emilia."
There's a moment of surprised silence, but her trust in me is absolute, even if I don't deserve it. "Okay … Daddy."
I want to reward her for how good she's being for me, so I spread her thighs wide. Her pussy is beautiful, pink and shining with wetness, and I slide my finger over her clit again, watching as her mouth opens and a cry leaves her lips. I dip my head, sucking one nipple into my mouth and circling the nub of nerves with the pad of my thumb.
When she's nearly shaking from need, I trail my mouth down her body until I reach my prize. My tongue slides over her pussy, tasting her sweetness, and her taste is everything I knew it would be. I lap at her clit, my fingers digging into her thighs as I spread them wider, and Emilia's hands come down to tangle in my hair.