Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“Be brave, sweet girl, and open your eyes,” he says, trying to soothe away my fears. “You’re beautiful. Perfect.”
I peek through my lashes to find him drinking in every inch of me, from my lips to my hard nipples. When our eyes meet, his heated gaze helps to melt away my worries. I can tell he wants me, desires me, and most importantly, understands me in this moment. He’s the perfect man to help me push past my insecurities.
“Thanks for being so patient with me. I want this. Us,” I confess, gesturing between us.
“Tonight, we’ll get to know each other’s bodies.” He drags a lone finger down my spine, and I sigh. “Put the thought of sex out of your mind for now. Relax and enjoy what I’m going to do to you.”
“I can do that.” The idea of becoming comfortable with him touching me, and me touching him, takes the pressure off performing or understanding something I have yet to experience.
“Have you been with an undressed man before?” he asks me. I shake my head. “Well, that’s a good place to start.”
He stands up next to me and takes off his shirt, then follows with his shoes, pants, and socks. My heart stops. The only things left are skintight black boxer briefs and a sexy smirk.
Jesus help me, I can’t seem to catch my breath. Glancing over him, I try not to stare too long on that one spot, but it’s no use. He’s hard and huge, barely contained in his underwear. Mercy, it’s the first time I’ve seen a penis up close and in person. I want to reach out and touch it. Give it a stroke with my fingers and see if it’s real. Instead, I look up at him, sinking my teeth into my lower lip until it hurts. The pain lets me know I’m not dreaming. Barclay and his large member are real.
32
Barclay
“Lay your head on the pillows,” I command, and Tessa obeys in quick measure. Her hair billows around her face, shimmering in the dim lights.
She lies on the bed like an ethereal goddess—the kind men fought wars over, killed, and died for. Yet she doesn’t have a clue what she does to me, how I’d love to fully claim her like a chest-pounding Viking until she moans my name.
I push those thoughts aside and climb up next to her on the bed, easing the pink dress down her slender legs, then tossing it to the floor. Tessa gazes up at me shyly, like she’s asking me if I approve of what I see. Hell yes I do.
Blond hair of an angel, and a body so sinful, even the devil would blush. Long toned legs, curved hips leading to a small waist, full breasts with a shade of pink that matches her pouty lips.
“You’re perfection,” I say with a sense of awe. She exhales the breath she’s holding and smiles back at me. What’s happening between us is brand new for her, and my encouragement builds her confidence.
I glance down at the miniscule lace between her legs. It’s a sheer veil letting me see enough to know she’s bare underneath. It’s not what I expected from a virgin, but neither was the sex handbook.
Positioned at the end of the bed, I wrap my hands around her slim calves. Gently parting her legs, I place one on each side of me, making her open and vulnerable to me. Her panties are wet at the center, and I lick my lips, imagining her sweet taste.
In slow brushes, I caress the inside of her calves, testing the waters for a reaction. She squirms under my fingertips and gazes up at me with pleading eyes.
“You like that?” I ask with a smirk, knowing full well she’s going out of her mind with anticipation.
“Please, don’t stop,” she begs, holding the white bedding tight in her fists.
I continue a path up the inside of her thighs, across the silky lace, until I have the weight of her breasts in my hands. They’re firm, full, and real, her nipples peaked, ready for my touch. My thumbs pass over the tight center in a quick back and forth graze. She hums in appreciation.
“Please, Barclay. Please.” I glance up to find her eyes closed, and her face twisted somewhere between pleasure and pain. Basically, she’s a needy mess, and I love it.
“Look at me, Tessa.” Her lashes flutter until she gazes up at me, her baby blues clouded with desire. “What do you want?”
“More. I need more.”
“Do you need me to take care of that ache?” My hands slide down her side, toying with the lace of her panties.
“Yes, please,” she breathes.
Lowering my body between her thighs, I press my boxer-clad erection against her sex. After a deep breath, I begin to swivel my hips as I thrust forward. Tessa presses herself against me, giving us both more friction. She’s so wet and slick.