Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 105756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Regrets were a problem for tomorrow.
I ate her out in earnest, licking down her centre then tonguing her clit until her noises filled the apartment. I was no longer hungry for food. All I wanted to eat was the delectable woman spread out before me.
“Jonathan,” she moaned, her hand in my hair and exhilaration filled me to hear my name uttered like a declaration.
“That’s it. Come for me,” I encouraged, staring up at her and feasting on her writhing form. I’d never gone down on a woman while she was spread out on a kitchen counter, and though I’d enjoyed the act in the past, I’d never enjoyed it quite as much as I did right then.
My tongue sped up, circling the precious bundle of nerves between her thighs. She was so wet, all for me, and I pondered if she’d spent her bath thinking of this, working herself up until she couldn’t stand it any longer. That thought had another surge of arousal rushing forth.
Unable to resist my curiosity, I slid two fingers inside her and groaned at the tight, wet heat I found there. I pumped slowly in and out while my mouth worked her clit, my eyes never leaving her until at last she came, shuddering and grinding against my lips.
“Fucking beautiful,” I praised, giving her clit one last parting kiss before rising to trail my mouth back up her stomach, past her navel and nuzzling her breasts. Ada’s eyes were closed, still processing her orgasm as I pulled her into my arms. I held her close, pressing my lips to hers just as my phone started ringing in my pocket. Likely it was Therese with some non-urgent work issue.
“Are you going to answer that?”
“Nope,” I murmured against her cheek. “Whatever it is can wait until later. I’m not done with you yet.” I hoped my eyes communicated how much I still hungered for her and that we wouldn’t be leaving the apartment until I’d made her come again—this time, with my cock seated deep inside her.
19.
Ada
I couldn’t believe what I’d done. No, what I’d initiated. Yes, Jonathan might’ve gotten me worked up with the leg massage, but what happened afterward was all me. He pressed a hot kiss to my lips then moved away. I quickly did up my robe while he went to turn off the soup and covered the pot with a lid.
“Can you wait a little longer to eat?” he asked as he returned and gathered me into his arms. I was too worked up to answer with words, the mind-blowing orgasm not nearly satisfying my need for him. So, I simply nodded, and his gaze heated as he carried me to the bedroom.
Jonathan kicked the bedroom door shut behind us before lowering me onto the bed. He was already pulling off his top and climbing over me, and I was too busy staring at his bare chest and abs to think clearly. He was in incredible shape for a man in his early forties, and I suspected he made good use of the gym that was available exclusively for residents of the building. His mouth went to my neck, and I lost what remained of my comprehension skills.
“Do you want this?” Jonathan asked, his mouth trailing along my collarbone as he reached to reopen my robe. The pleasure of his touch silenced all the reprimands my brain was screaming at me. I’d lost all sense of logic. I was pretty sure I’d lost it as soon as Jonathan had picked me up and carried me into the building then proceeded to tenderly rub all the places where my leg was aching after a long, long day at work. I brought my hand to his neck, my fingers pressing into his nape as I nodded. “I want you.”
Stark, carnal desire darkened in his eyes before his mouth crashed down on mine, and he laid waste to me with his lips, teeth and tongue. My moans filled the room when he pressed his thick cock to my naked centre, the only barrier his cotton lounge pants.
I gripped the hem, tugging them down, and he chuckled. “Eager. I like it.”
“Just shut up and fuck me, Jonathan,” I said, impatient, and it solicited a growl from him.
“Where are your condoms?”
“I, uh …” I searched my brain, trying to think while his mouth continued kissing down to my breasts, his lips capturing my nipple. It was then I realised I didn’t have any condoms. I mean, why would I? I’d been single for years, and I didn’t date.
“I don’t have any,” I whispered, and Jonathan shifted back.
“Are you on birth control?”
I shook my head.
“Then how do you—”
“It’s been a while,” I admitted, abashed.
Something softened in his gaze, the heat still there, blazing hot. I’d never felt more wanted in my life. “That’s okay. I have some in my place. I’ll be right back.”