Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Against me, he groaned, the vibration against my cleft making my pleasure build.
My hands slid down, sifting into his soft, damp hair, holding him against me as his tongue traced around my clit, hinting at what I wanted without quite giving it to me.
My legs were shaking, my breath coming in frantic, shallow gasps.
“Nave, please,” I cried.
Then he gave me what we both knew I needed, his tongue working me slowly, relentlessly, driving me up.
My hips rocked restlessly as my fingers curled more tightly in his hair.
His hand slid between us, his fingers teasing at the entrance to my body until my moans grew louder and louder, then gliding inside, curled to the top to engage my top wall.
It was just a few more circles of his tongue and flicks of his fingers before the pleasure shot through me, making me let out a choked cry as I came.
Nave worked me through it, making it roll, dragging it out until I was panting and shaking.
My legs fell open, releasing his head.
But my hands didn’t release him.
I tugged harder on his hair as he kissed across my belly, forcing him upward, his skin brushing mine, making goosebumps prick my skin at the feel of him.
His weight came down on me, new yet familiar, like our bodies were always meant to be like this.
Nave’s head dipped, lips teasing across my neck, making my belly go liquid once again.
I should have been satisfied.
Instead, the need felt even more intense than before, every inch of skin, each nerve poised, expectant.
His tongue flicked the pulse point in my throat on his path downward.
I lost some of his weight as he braced on his forearms. The disappointment was short-lived, though. Because the next thing I knew, he was sucking my nipple into his mouth, making an almost pained cry escape me. I arched into the sensation. His lips were pulsing, then his tongue was circling, his teeth were grazing.
Sensation overwhelmed me as he moved across my chest, continuing his sweet, hot exploration.
It wasn’t until my hands were in his hair again, dragging him upward, that he relented and came over me again.
His lips took mine—hard, hungry, borderline bruising in their intensity.
My hands were all over him then, grazing his arms, shoulders, back, then sinking into his ass until his hard length pressed against where I needed it most.
His breath shuddered out of him as a moan escaped me at the thick promise of him.
I was shameless then, bringing my legs up around his hips, heels digging into his ass to keep him against me as my hips rocked restlessly.
Nave moved with me, driving me up until I was gasping for breath, until I was trembling with need.
Only then did he balance his weight, reaching into the nightstand, slipping away from me to protect us, then coming down on me again, kissing me long and deep.
Our bodies rocked until the desire for more overtook us both.
Nave pressed up, watching me with hungry eyes as his hips shifted back. I felt the press of him for just a moment before he slid deep inside, his hiss muffled by my moan.
A muscle was ticking in his jaw before his forehead pressed to mine, blocking my view.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned as he settled deep.
I had no words, just my whimpers and the movements of my body—begging him to move, to give in to the ache building within us both.
Then he was giving me what I so desperately needed.
I arched, he surged, and our bodies fell into an ancient rhythm.
Each brush of his lips, every thrust, felt new, like I’d never been touched before, like I’d never felt anything like it.
It wasn’t long before the pleasure tightened, before it gathered low and strong, like a wave about to crest.
“That’s it,” Nave groaned, feeling me tighten around him. “Come for me.”
Then I came apart around him, hips rocking, toes curling, fingernails raking down his back, and a deep cry escaping me.
“Fuck,” Nave groaned. He kept thrusting through it, making the waves crash over and over again. Then his own body clenched, his breath caught, and he came deep inside me.
I clung to him tightly afterward. I was overwhelmed with sensation, with emotion, with the feeling that something had monumentally changed. Not just for us, but for me.
Me, who’d never known a man to take care of me like Nave had, who seemed not only to care about my pleasure but to revel in it, to take his own pleasure from it.
My body felt more alive—trembling, overheated, tingly—than I’d ever felt. And I’d never felt so inside of it, and myself, as I did right then. Like I belonged wholly to myself. Yet also, in a way that I couldn’t describe, to Nave as well.
“You gotta let me up, baby,” he murmured. His voice in my ear was thick with satisfied desire but bordering on amused.