Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
And then they leave.
I swear the world goes into slow-motion as I watch the front door close behind them. There’s the sound of Daniel’s car outside, but after it’s gone, the house goes silent.
Taking a deep breath, I try to formulate a plan. What am I going to do? How am I going to handle this predicament? We were so close to kissing, I don’t know how I’ll be able to stop myself again.
I hear Eliza’s footsteps behind me, but I don’t turn. “Isn’t this your cue to leave again?” she asks. Her question lands hard, like a blow to the chest. It feels like an accusation—like I abandoned her when I moved out.
Her words spark an anger within me, and I reach for my keys in the bowl by the door. Two choices: leave now and keep pretending, or stay. But leaving never worked to begin with. All it did was hurt her. And I can’t allow myself to cause her any pain.
I stand there, frozen in thought, as she slowly takes the stairs to the second floor. Guilt streaks through me until I feel ready to explode. I drop the keys and drive a palm into my chest. Then I turn and make my way up the stairs.
Eliza’s bedroom door is slightly open. I don’t hesitate. I push it open and walk right in to find her standing by her desk, one leg up, pulling her panties off. Her eyes meet mine without a single ounce of timidity. She knew I’d follow her.
“What? Forgot something?” she asks.
“Yeah,” I reply. “You.”
To my surprise, she tosses the tiny piece of red lace to me. I catch it. “Too wet to wear anymore,” she says, a coy little smile on her lips. “That’s your fault.”
Without hesitation, I raise the panties to my nose and inhale deep. Her sweet scent fills my lungs and nearly knocks me out with its raw sensuality. My eyes close, and I have to palm the doorframe to steady myself as all the blood in my brain rushes to my cock.
“If you’re gonna leave again, just do it,” she says, shocking me back to reality. I open my eyes again and stare at her. Such beauty. Such perfection. Her heels really accentuate the curve of her back, causing her booty to pop in a way that has my mouth watering.
Stuffing her panties in my pocket, I step forward and wrap my arm around her waist. Her pupils dilate as I pull her up against me. This is now the closest we’ve ever been. Her perky breasts press against my chest, and I feel her hard nipples poking through her shirt.
Her thighs are so warm. I wedge my leg between them and spread her open. “Tell me to stop,” I whisper, staring her right in the eyes. Such beautiful, innocent eyes.
“No,” she responds, her voice soft, angelic.
Every vein in my body is scalding hot as I give in to determination. “Say it and I will.”
“No.”
That’s it. This is happening.
Reaching down, I lift up her skirt, revealing the smooth skin of her thighs and ass. With no panties, I can see a tiny glistening spot between her thighs. Goddamn.
My cock aches against my fly, which I’m thankful for. If it wasn’t there, I’d be sliding inside her without even warming her up. And I can’t do that with Eliza. She’s never had a man inside her. And that man will be me.
No one else touches her. Not now. Not ever.
“Your rough hands are sexy,” she whispers. I move in and kiss her, taking what I was denied on the porch. I tug her shirt up and expose the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen.
My lips move to her nipples, sucking each like delicate little candies. Part of me wants to strip her clothes off, but I like seeing her like this—heels on, skirt hitched up around her waist, and her shirt all bunched up above her breasts.
But I do want her beneath me, so I can scour every inch of her with my eyes.
Grabbing her waist, I lift her up and set her down on the bed. My heart is pounding like a reactor as I continue to kiss her, moving down her taut little tummy to the crux of her legs.
She’s completely bare. My nostrils are still flooded with her fragrance, but it’s not enough. I part her folds with my nose and inhale, flooding my lungs with her beautiful fragrance.
A deep growl rumbles up from my chest, and I grip her thighs tightly as I extend my tongue and finally give myself something I’ve wanted for so, so long.
A taste.
And it’s even better than I dreamt it would be.
“Oh my God, Caleb…” she whimpers as I work my magic on her. I take things slowly. I don’t want to overload her senses. I lick her gently, slowly exploring every untouched inch of her pussy. I almost lose it when she lets out another moan and grabs my hair with one hand.