Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Eventually, when our fingers and toes were pruned, we laughed while we playfully twisted and turned in the tub, trying to wash each other with cold water.
We dried off with fluffy towels that probably cost more than I would ever spend on a towel before we collapsed naked in his bed. It was technically too early for sleep, but I didn’t think either of us cared.
“Can I kiss you?” I looked down at him, Charles on his back, me on my side.
“You can always kiss me. You don’t have to ask.”
The second the words left his mouth, I pressed my lips to his. My tongue sneaked out, begging for entrance, which Charles gave me immediately. I loved how he tasted—always like some kind of mint. Loved the feel of his tongue dancing with mine as we explored each other.
My brain was fully engaged in the feel of his skin and the hairs on his legs and chest as they rubbed against me. We smelled like the same soap. He was so fucking beautiful, all my senses alive with sensation, which seemed to be what it took for blood to flood my groin, making my cock stiffen.
“Mmm. I feel that. Looks like someone is ready to play.” He smiled, and again, it struck me that the prettiest man in the world loved me, was beneath me, and that made me even harder.
“I want you,” I told him.
“You can have me.” He spread his legs wider.
“No, that came out wrong. I want you to have me. Wanna know what it’s like to have you inside me.”
For a split second, I knew he was going to ask if I was sure, but he didn’t. Charles just nodded, leaned up, and kissed me before he rolled us so he was on top. My legs were around him, our groins thrusting together as we made out like we had forever—and hopefully we would.
Charles began kissing down my throat, then sucked and played with my nipples before continuing his journey down. “Roll over for me,” he instructed.
I did while he plucked the lube from the nightstand, setting it on the bed beside us. Charles settled between my thighs again, spread my ass cheeks, and yeah, I couldn’t lie, I still wasn’t used to having someone look at me there. A flush ran the length of me, but then it faded. Embarrassment didn’t have a place between us.
“Fuck, you have a pretty little hole, sweetheart. Can I taste it?”
“You can do anything you want to me. You don’t have to ask,” I said, my words purposely similar to what he’d said to me.
His scruff was deliciously rough against my skin, just before his tongue flicked over my rim, the familiar sensation making me push back toward him. “More. Christ, I love that.”
“My pleasure,” Charles replied, and I swear, it was like he dived right in. He kissed me there, licked me, nuzzled his face between my cheeks like this was his favorite thing to do to me.
Live wires snapped and popped inside me. I thrust against the bed, dick aching and hard as I chased this feeling of bliss Charles gave me.
I groaned in frustration as he pulled away, but then melted into the mattress when he pushed a slick finger in my hole.
“So tight. I can’t believe you’re going to give me this,” he said, sliding in and out of me.
“I like knowin’ it’s you inside me. Like bein’ connected to you this way.” One of the things I was learning was that for me, a lot of sex was in my mind. Sometimes, when my head was in the right place and he touched me, I felt like I could fucking fly. When I couldn’t get my head into it or wasn’t feeling that spark he lit so well within me, my body wouldn’t respond.
Right now, the spark was a wildfire that Charles ignited.
I moaned when I felt a stretch and more pressure, knowing he was sliding a second finger into me.
Charles kissed my ass, my lower back, licked my skin as his fingers pressed in and pulled out, twisted and stretched. Two digits became three. He moved so he was lying the length of me, half of his body on mine, fingers still working me open, rubbing his cock against my ass, his body pressing me into the bed, lips on my shoulders, my neck, kissing and touching what felt like every inch of my body.
He knew I needed this, knew I needed to feel his skin against mine. Being so attuned to another person, knowing they had all the keys to me, was so freeing. “Please,” I asked.
“Please what?”
“Want you to take me, want to give myself to you.”
“You’re already mine,” Charles said, kissing my cheek before he pulled away. My ass felt strangely empty without him. “Roll over,” he said, and I did.