Page 84 of Bookworm and the Beast
“Oh God, I want you so much,” she said dropping her hands to fumble with the Velcro fastenings of my trunks.
When she got them open, she reached inside and wrapped one hand around my dick, letting out the sexiest noise of satisfaction. She liked what she felt, and that... that had me fucking vibrating with want.
Electric heat charged through me, concentrated where that clever little hand gripped and rubbed and threatened to send this whole situation into overdrive.
I put my hand over hers, stopping her. “Wait a sec... I can’t... too close. Bonnie, baby, hold on.”
Actually, I needed her to do the opposite—let go. I’d wanted her too intensely for too long.
Circling her wrist with my hand, I moved it away from my pulsing erection and urged her to sit on the edge of the bed.
Her eyes were huge and glistening as she read my intentions.
“I want to tasteyou, Jack,” she argued. “I didn’t get to earlier today. I want to make you come.”
I groaned, literally through gritted teeth. This was more temptation than any mere mortal should be expected to endure.
“Not yet. You first.”
She started to protest further but went silent when I began working the bikini bottoms over her hips and down her legs.
Tossing them to the side, I got on my knees in front of her, ready to worship her with my tongue, lips, and fingers for the next several minutes—or hours, days, weeks, whatever it took to send her soaring.
I wanted her positively frantic for me when I finally slid into her like I’d been dying to do since practically the day she got here.
Stroking her thighs apart, I buried my face between them in a hungry search. Within seconds she was groaning, wriggling and breathing in low whimpers that drove me even crazier than the delicious taste of her did.
Yeah, forget that whole “frantic for me” plan—I wasn’t going to stop until she came on my face.
“Jack,” Bonnie panted, and the sound of her saying my name in that broken, pleasure-soaked whisper turned me into an inferno.
I gnawed at her, licking and sucking and fuckinglovingevery second of it. I would never get enough of this woman.
“Oh yes. Oh my God right there,” she said, her voice low and hoarse.
She rocked her hips forward and clutched my head, twisting her fingers in my hair as she rode my tongue. I loved how uninhibited she was with me, how sensual and reckless I made her.
She was close. I could feel it in the tension of her shaking leg muscles, in the way her center was drenched and plush, and in that tiny firm bud my tongue discovered amidst the soft layers.
Another few seconds of tasting her delicious wetness and she was wild and writhing, overcome with pleasure, and I had a new goal in life—to send her to this point every day.
More often if she’d let me.
Bonnie’s legs stiffened, and she clenched her fingers in my hair, pulling it to the point of pain. I didn’t care—she could pull it all out—I’d grow more.
What I did care about was that moment of exquisite silence followed by the most beautiful screams as she arched and shuddered and came on my lips.
She collapsed, and delirious with need, I ripped my trunks down my legs and stepped out of them then started to crawl over her. But Bonnie sat up and put a palm on my chest, stopping me.
“Oh no you don’t, big guy. My turn now.”
That was it for me. The sexy, utterly determined look on her face sapped my remaining will to resist. I let her push me backward till I was on my feet again at the edge of the bed.
Bonnie spread her legs to bracket mine, and when I looked down at her, the picture was almost too much to take.
When she dipped her head and took my cock between her lips, her moan was almost louder than mine, and Ididhave to look away.
I wasn’t exactly thinking of baseball stats, but Iwasstaring at the wall of windows, trying desperately to hold on to this.
