Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 113473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
“This time I want you to touch me all over and then... have sex with me. If this goes well... next time I want to touch you all over and then have sex with you.”
“Fuck, baby. While that sounds like a plan I can get the fuck on board with, let’s just get through this time first and see how you feel.”
What happened on that mountain could screw with her head, and even if it didn’t, he wasn’t sure how comfortable sex would be for her being that pregnant.
But they were both fucking naked, he was hard as a fucking rock, and she was asking for him to touch her.
So, he touched her. Everywhere. Starting with her face, her lips, moving down her throat and then stopping at her tits, a place he hadn’t touched her before. All those nights, all those mornings they touched each other, he’d avoided them, waiting for her to give the go ahead. Now he had it.
He squeezed and kneaded, her hand wrapping around his to encourage him to continue. He brushed his thumb over the tight tips and twisted each one gently.
Her breathing became hitched, as did his. Since her head was laying on his extended right arm, he only had his left hand free. But he made good use of it. At least, according to Red’s little moans and sighs. He stayed there awhile, showering her now heavy tits with all of the attention, listening to her whimpers and words of encouragement.
Burrowing his face into her hair, he swept his palm over the tight skin of her belly and lower, where he paused. “Red...”
“Please.”
He closed his eyes for a second, inhaled deeply and then he touched her tentatively there. And though he couldn’t see that fiery patch of hair, his fingers brushed through it, almost afraid to go any lower.
“Red.” Her name got caught in his throat. He did not want this to go wrong. He did not. Not their first time together.
They should wait.
He could fucking wait. He’d already waited. There was no reason to rush it. Though, his dick disagreed.
As he pulled his hand away, she grabbed it and stopped him, putting it back where it had been. “Please,” she said more firmly. “I know you’re scared, I’m scared, too. But we can’t let fear stop us, Sig. I can’t. I trust you.”
I trust you.
No one had ever fucking said that to him in his life. Not one fucking person. Only her. And this wasn’t the first time she’d said it and he hoped to fuck it wouldn’t be the last.
“Show me where you want me.”
She pushed his hand lower, then singled out his middle finger, pressing it to her clit. “Just in case you’re one of those who has trouble finding it.”
He smothered his laugh in her hair. But that laugh quickly disappeared as she circled it, her hips tipping a little as she showed him what she wanted.
What Red wanted, Red got.
“Got it from here, baby.”
She released his hand and reached behind them to cup the back of his head. “I want to kiss you.”
“We can do that later.” He had never appreciated kissing until Red. All those nights and all those mornings of kissing showed him just how fucking hot it could be. Just tongues and touches.
“Promise?”
“Whatever you want, Red.”
“I don’t know when was the last time I had an orgasm. Can you give me that?”
“I’ll do my fuckin’ best.”
Her fingernails dug into his skull as he slipped two fingers through her slick folds, stroking her, making sure she didn’t tense up. She didn’t.
He unburied his face from her hair and pressed his cheek to hers, watching her body’s reactions. She moaned and grabbed her own tits, squeezing them until he noticed a little liquid bead at the tips.
He was dying to lick them off for her. He didn’t. That could wait, too. He didn’t want to do anything out of the ordinary this morning. Not this time, not until they saw how she handled it.
If she enjoyed it and wanted more, he’d give her whatever she wanted and take what he needed.
He slowly slipped those two fingers inside her and he froze when she clamped around his fingers.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Please...”
He relaxed and started slowly by fucking her with his fingers, whispering in her ear how hot she was, how wet. How he wanted to feel her come.
When he added his thumb to her clit, she cried out, her body arching slightly. And she got even wetter.
He wanted to suck her tits, eat her pussy, and come deep inside her without a wrap.
Instead, he closed his eyes and did what she wanted when she encouraged him to go faster.
And then she was coming, pulsating around his fingers, crying out his name, her nails from her left hand digging into his skull, the nails from her right hand digging into the soft flesh of her own tit and leaving little half-moons.