Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Maybe things are progressing faster than anticipated, but I’m not going to rush her. Ava is the one who sets the pace, and when she’s ready for that kind of intimacy, she’ll let me know.
Once she’s reclined against the pillows, her gaze fastens to mine as her thighs fall open until they’re touching the mattress, and I’m reminded of just how flexible she is.
“Damn, baby.”
As hungry as I am to get my hands and mouth on her, I just want to take a moment and soak in the sight of her stretched out on the bed naked, waiting for me with her legs spread wide. My gaze drops to her pussy. It’s already swollen and glistening from our earlier foreplay.
My mouth waters for a taste.
The silver that glints from between her lips is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen in my life. No matter how long I live, it’s a mental snapshot I’ll never forget.
“When you masturbate, do you play with your titties?”
Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips as she gives her head a quick shake.
“Why not?” I know how good it feels when I stroke my hands over my own chest. I imagine it would feel the same for her.
“I don’t know. I guess I never thought about it.”
I swallow up the space between us before settling on the edge of the bed near her outstretched legs. It takes every ounce of self-control not to reach out and stroke my hands over her center or bury my face between her legs and lap up the honey that glistens on her flesh.
“Maybe that’s part of the problem. You need to touch yourself and get into the mood. What are you? A seventeen-year-old dude going straight for the goods?”
She snorts out a laugh. “I guess so.”
“I want you to touch your breasts.”
Her hands rise to cup the soft swells.
“Now squeeze them. Massage them.”
Her expression relaxes, and I can tell she’s enjoying it. As much as I want to be the one touching her, it’s more important that she’s able to do it for herself.
She should be able to pleasure her own body any damn time she wants or needs. She shouldn’t have to wait for someone else to do it. Or worse, ask someone only to have them judge her or not be able to get the job done properly.
“Feel good?”
“Yes.” Her eyelids feather closed. As much as I want her looking at me, I want her to get lost in her pleasure even more.
“Pinch your nipples.”
She tweaks the little buds between her thumb and forefinger.
“Now tug them.”
The whimper that slips free from her is like a straight shot to my dick. I’m throbbing. It’s tempting to take out my cock and stroke my hard length.
Instead, I keep my attention focused on her. “Tell me how your pussy feels.”
“Achy.”
“Good. I’m willing to bet it needs to be played with.”
With a groan, she shifts. One hand trails down her ribcage and belly before arriving at her spread legs.
Again, it takes effort to hold myself back.
“Do you play with the piercing when you touch yourself?”
“Yes, but it only gets me so far.” For the first time since we started, her brow furrows. “I can never quite get there.”
“It’s all right,” I soothe, not wanting her to stress. “Let’s test that theory. Keep massaging your breasts. Pinch your nipples. I bet they would look beautiful pierced.”
“I thought about it.”
That image has a groan rumbling up from deep in my chest.
“I want you to rub soft circles around your clit.” My gaze stays focused on the wetness that gathers on her lips as she plays with herself. Her back arches ever so slightly off the mattress. “Does that feel good?”
“It does.”
“Then keep doing it. Tug the piercing. Not too hard. Just enough to send waves of pleasure through you.” I give her time to play. “I want you to caress your lips. Back and forth. Yes, that’s it. Just like that.”
Fuck.
If I’m not careful, I’m going to come.
I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
And that’s saying something.
All it does is make me realize how special this girl is.
And how much I want to make her mine.
She might not realize it, but I’m already formulating plans in my head. Plans that would probably freak the fuck out of her if she knew. But that’s all right… it can be my little secret.
I’m willing to bide my time.
For now.
I get lost in the movement of her fingers and all the cream she’s rubbing around.
“That feels good, doesn’t it?” My voice comes out sounding as if it’s been roughed up by sandpaper. “Maybe I should check for myself.” My hand wraps around hers before I lean forward and bring the digits to my lips, sucking them into my mouth to savor.
“Delicious.” My tongue darts out to lick her fingers, not wanting to miss a single drop of her honey. “Do you think you can get there on your own or do you want help?”