Bursting at the Seams Read Online Aria Cole

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
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Our lips don’t stop moving against one another’s from the moment they first touch. A heat wave moves through my body, leaving a hot, wet desire in its wake. There’s no words, there’s nothing but our bodies pressing into one another as our mouths get greedier and bolder. I feel his tongue brushing across my bottom lip, and my fingers rake into his raven hair. There’s hands on my waist that then drift down to my ass as he helps me down from the platform.

It's not the champagne, it’s not the heightened emotions, it’s just pure, unadulterated attraction that carries us from the fitting area toward the office adjacent to it. My mind isn’t questioning any of it, only rejoicing. I’ve been craving his touch basically from the moment I laid eyes on him. In that moment, I don’t care how often this happens for him, or what will happen after our encounter. It’s just the moment. I’m relishing in it. I’m going to savor it.

Emanuel’s skilled hands unlace the back of my dress and expertly helps me get out of the dress without disturbing the pins. A heat comes over my cheeks as the dress shrugs down my arms, remembering that I’m completely naked under the fabric other than my thong. Now isn’t the time to be embarrassed. I need to keep moving with it. I don’t want to psych myself out and ruin the experience for myself.

Once the gown is on the floor, he presses me into his body and his hands explore my bare back. Just like that, I’m brought back into the moment. I’m lost in the feeling of his skin on mine. We are stumbling backward, and I feel cool wood touch my backside. He’s hoisting me upward and I realize it’s a desk we’re against. Emanuel’s mouth rips away from mine and kisses my cheek, then glides his attention down to my neck. My hands busy themselves with undoing his tie and shrugging off his suit jacket.

My breathing is labored as he sucks and bites at my neck. I haven’t been this turned on in… well… maybe ever. Never before have I experienced something like this. So casual and primal. His hands are groping my chest as his body lowers itself to his knees. My mind is such a raging storm of hormones and ecstatic thoughts that I don’t fully comprehend what he is working towards until he’s shimming off my thong.

There’s no time to be embarrassed or question myself before he traces the flat of his tongue along my center. Instinctively, my fingers grip his hair. He passionately and vigorously goes about the task of pleasuring me. There’s an intensity to it, but he doesn’t make it seem rushed or anything else. I witness one hand move toward his lap, and although I can’t see, I know he’s groping himself. He’s touching himself at the act of giving me oral. The realization is way too much of a turn on— a turn on I never knew I had.

Emanuel is far too talented with his tongue to be as rusty as he claimed. He traces every line and crease with an attention to detail and precision I’ve never felt before, he rolls over my clit in neat little circles that my toes curl and my hips flex into his attention. As he starts to slip his tongue between my lower lips, my body feels like it’s on overdrive and I know I’m soon going to tip over into ecstasy.

I don’t want it to stop, but I know I want more of him. Pushing myself away from his face, our gazes lock. Emanuel stands and I see the massive bulge fighting against the fabric of his pants. Pulling him close, he dips his head down and kisses me as I undo his shirt and unbuckle his belt. It’s erotic in a way I never really felt before, to taste myself on his lips.

As I move to stand and shrug his pants down, he moves backward. By the time I’m actually shifting his pants down, we are at a couch. I push him down and climb on top of him. There’s a brief question if I’m on birth control; and I assure him I am. Once I’m positioned, I sink down onto his member. We’re holding eye contact. Beforehand, such a thing made me feel shy and awkward. But here, with him, like this… It’s intimate. It makes me feel seen in a way that lets me know this isn’t just pent-up sexual need for him. He’s lusting for me.

I ride him and watch his face carve into an expression nothing short of ecstasy. My hips rock into his, my body praising my efforts. Laying down over him, Emanuel attacks my mouth with his as his hands grope, explore, and caress my body. A feeling comes over me as we moan together, his hips moving with my movements, and a pleasure like none other builds in my center.


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