Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 29029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
But I do not hear the word stop.
So I do not stop.
I slide the fingers out of her slowly and then back in, I continue the slow motion for several seconds, leaving her clit alone. Once she seems acclimated, I return to her clit, lick it, and I increase the speed of my fingers gliding in and out of her.
Her G-spot beckons, and I take a chance and prod the spongy part of her anterior.
She gasps!
But she doesn’t say stop.
My dick is throbbing, so needy.
I should give her an orgasm before I fly into her. This isn’t about me. It’s about her, about what she needs.
So I work her pussy, gliding in and out, and then fingering her G-spot.
At the same time I work her clit, swirl my tongue around, and as she responds, her moans becoming more powerful, I take a chance.
I suck lightly at her clit as I plunge my fingers deep within her.
And she lets go.
Her sounds are beautiful—symphonic—as she comes. Moans and sighs and then an “oh my God!”
Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, and she contracts, milking them.
“Yeah, Jen,” I say against her flesh. “Feel good. I want to make you feel good.”
Her pussy continues to pulse for several seconds more, and when it slows, I slow my fingers. Her clit will be sensitive now, so I need to leave it alone.
I’m ready, so ready.
I remove my fingers from her pussy, and within another second, my boxer briefs are on the floor. My cock is hard and ready, and I hover over her, letting the head of it dangle, slide over her silky pussy lips.
I want to ask her if she’s ready, but I promised.
Her eyes are still closed.
“Jenna.”
“Yes?” she says dreamily.
“Open your eyes, Jen. Please.”
She opens them, and that blue on blue—that amethyst—mesmerizes me once again.
“Look at me,” I say.
“I am.”
“You’re so beautiful, Jen. So fucking beautiful.” I nudge my cock head between her lips.
She shudders beneath me, but she does not tell me to stop.
So I thrust into her.
And I groan. A long low growl, because my God, I’ve entered paradise.
I hold myself for as long as I can, until the animal urge overtakes me, and I pull out and thrust back in, this time harder.
I clench my jaw. Easy. I need to make this last. Not just for Jenna, but also for me.
My balls are already scrunched up toward my body, and I fear my body will betray me. So I hold myself inside her again for another few seconds, gathering my strength, my will.
Then I pull out, dangle my cock between her lips for a moment, and look at her.
Her eyes are closed again, but I want them open.
I want her to see who is above her. I want her know it’s me. I’m the one welcoming her back into the world of physical pleasure.
“Jen…”
She opens her eyes. “Yes, Max?”
“Keep your eyes open. Please. Look at me. Look at me as I make— Fuck you.”
She nods, and her gaze meets mine. Love hits me like a lightning bolt.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say again.
I can’t say it enough. Beautiful is too tame a word for Jenna. Gorgeous, magnificent, splendid. None are good enough.
“You are too, Max. And you’re so…”
“What?”
“You’re fucking huge.”
I can’t help myself. I grin. A huge fucking grin splits my face.
I slide out of her, plunge back in. I stop going slowly. I can’t. I’m too turned on. Too ready to spill into her.
Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust…
And I’m ready…
I’m ready to give her all of me.
To pour not only my semen into her body but also my heart and soul into her as well.
So I do it.
I thrust into her one more time, releasing.
And with each contraction, with each volcanic eruption inside my body, I silently say to her the words inside my heart.
I love you, Jenna.
I love you, Jenna.
I love you, Jenna.
And I hope she feels them.
I hope she feels what I feel in this moment.
Because I’m lost.
Lost in a sea of love. So grateful that the universe gave this woman back to me.
And I wish I could stay here forever.
14
JENNA
He’s on top of me. Max is on top of me. But then he slides out of me and rolls over onto his back, his arm over his eyes.
Is he sorry we did this?
Because I’m not.
He’s big, and he burned a little. It hurt when he first went inside, but once I got used to him, it…
It felt good.
Truly good.
I can’t imagine anyone else being as aware of my needs as Max was.
I enjoyed it. Yes, there were times when I was frightened, times when I winced when the intrusion was imminent. But I got through it. I got through it because it was Max. Because it was someone I knew would never hurt me, who would stop if I told him to stop.