Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
It’s my turn to take him all in, his thin body with heavy build, so defined and firm. His muscled protrude, but not in an overly obvious way, with a hint of a six pack around his stomach, and a small amount of hair that leads down to him, so thick and swollen.
“What are you thinking?” His eyes are almost cobalt now, deep yet opaque.
“You don’t want to know.”
“Oh but I do,” his voice is smooth and alluring as he wraps his arms around me, kissing my shoulder.
I slide my right leg up and around him, and he moans before grabbing it, holding it in place. The next thing I know he’s sinking down and inserting himself into me.
“You said we couldn’t do it like this anymore,” a prickling feeling washes over me as he fills me, so satisfyingly.
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he breathes.
“No!” I shake my head and he laughs at my protest, already starting to grind his hips against mine.
“I’ll pull out again,” he grunts and I start to move too, meeting his thrusts. “I’ll bring the condoms tomorrow.”
He picks up my other leg and leans me against the island, kissing me tenderly as he slowly moves in and out.
“Oh God,” I hold on to him, his unhurried pace allowing me to feel each and every sensation.
“So good,” he breathes as he continues his slow, titillating rhythm. I shudder as he kisses me, grabbing a fistful of his hair. He moans again, thickening inside of me, but he won’t let up his pace.
“More,” I urge, but he doesn’t speed up, and I realize what he’s doing.
“I’m not in pain,” I pull on his hair, trying to get my point across. “But I can make you be if you don’t fucking move.”
He chuckles and it drives me crazy, but it’s back to being too intimate like this, too romantic and tender.
“I just want-”
“No,” I tell him.
This isn’t the time for him to be kind and caring.
“I’m fine,” I confirm. “Be rough. Talk dirty like you normally do!”
He shakes his head, but I don’t have to ask him twice.
“Like how phenomenal my dick feels inside of you?” He pinches my ass with both hands before pulling back and driving into me hard.
“Yes,” I hiss, and for the next hour we’re unrecoverable.
The next day, he brought in the condoms, just like he said he was going to, and I quickly learn that I hate them. There’s nothing like feeling him right against me, and for no other reason other than I don’t want there to be a layer between us.
I don’t want there to be anything between us.
Ever.
I know this way is smarter for many reasons, but stupidly for me the biggest being it’s less intimate. That’s good though; because that’s the way it should be - Not so intimate and close.
That’s how it has to be.
Regardless, it’s always still too much. He’s always leaving me wonderstruck and forever breathless.
CHOCOLATES AND FLOWERS
The second week of February brings a Valentine’s Day explosion. It’s like pink and red vomited all over the school. I try to ignore it, but it’s seriously everywhere, laughing at me.
When I visit him in his office Monday morning, he shuts the door with purpose and I easily recognize the look in his eyes. We don’t talk about our weekend, or even say hello before our lips connect.
“I would’ve come earlier,” I pant, aware of the late time. He’s already breathing hard as he tugs at my zipper.
“This isn’t going to take long,” he smiles against my lips.
I pull off his shirt, admiring his chest, as his fingers slip into my underwear.
“You’re always so wet, so ready for my cock,” his talk has gotten dirtier.
I’m smitten.
“I’m going to come so hard,” he tells me, and I don’t doubt it for a second as I fall against him, almost ready to let go myself just from the way he’s touching me. He knows what I like better than I do, and with the way he’s fingering me I’m already close.
“Get in me,” I bite at his neck.
He removes his fingers and I hear the draw glide open. He lifts the bottom out, his secret hiding spot, but when he can’t grab a condom, he moves us over, closer, reaching down further, searching.
“Shit, we went through another box already,” he closes the draw empty handed.
“Just pull out,” I whimper, shockwaves already shooting through me, thinking about the skin-to-skin contact. He twitches against me, already anticipating it too.
I reach into his pants and grope him.
“Oh, Luci,” he moans, his mouth finding my neck as his hands roam over my shirt, fondling my breasts. I fully free him, shoving his pants down as he lifts me against the counter, my legs wrapping around his waist.
“I wish I had time to savor your tight pussy,” he groans as he pushes himself into me.