Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 135652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
“Beautiful,” he whispers and takes a nipple into his mouth. The suddenness of this makes me cry out. Not in pain but in pleasure. Bolts and bolts of pleasure spiral through my body before filling my womb causing it to clench and simmer. “Lie back baby.”
I lie back, watching him pull his t-shirt over his head before throwing it on the ground. I try not to frown but if he starts making a habit out of that we’re going to have problems.
He sees my frown and smiles, “I’ll pick it up later Miss Clean Freak.”
His long and talented fingers rid his jeans of his belt, moments later he’s completely naked and hovering over me. I’m only wearing my French knickers and I’m wondering why there is anything between us.
“Just lie there and relax baby,” he tells me and kisses his way down my torso.
Every touch of his lips makes me want to squeeze my thighs together, every nibble of his teeth makes my back arch and every whisper of his breath makes me moan.
His lips stop just below the button on my naval, his fingers hook into the side of my underwear and as his lips slowly descend his hands do to, until his mouth is there and my pants are off.
I groan and grab the bed sheet when his tongue slides between my lips and finds my sensitive nub. It’s a sensation I never want to stop feeling.
He bends my legs and flattens his tongue against me, swiping it up and down slowly and torturously. I’m a mess of feeling and emotion. My hands have pulled on the sheets so much it’s come off the top corners of the bed.
Then his finger enters me, I freeze. It hurts a little but not too much, he’s gentle and only probing a tiny fraction. He’s never penetrated me before so the feeling is entirely foreign and I’m not sure that I like it.
Something builds deep down. I’ve had orgasms before but I have a feeling this is going to be so much bigger than the rest. My embarrassment soon leaves the building as my hands grip his head and my hips bucks desperately against his face. It’s his finger inside, giving me something to clench around that is making this experience so much better than the rest.
I explode with a loud cry. I barely register the fact he slides up my body and poises himself at my entrance.
As my orgasm continues he slowly pushes inside. I wince with the pain mingling with the pulsing pleasure.
“Ready Gwenny?” he asks, his eyes on mine.
I nod slightly. I’m ready.
“This is going to hurt baby but I’ll make it better I promise,” he explains and there’s a tearing sensation deep inside as he thrusts his hips forward. It knocks the wind out of me and brings tears to my eyes. I cry out and try to move away but he sinks in deeper and holds me in place with his hips and his chest. “You feel so good Gwenny.” He slides out, causing me even more pain and then pushes back in.
“Stop,” I sob and shove at his shoulders but he doesn’t budge. “It hurts.”
“I know, I’m sorry, I won’t move, I just had to get it in as far as possible,” he kisses my tears away, one of his thumbs stroking my side soothingly. “I’m sorry. Don’t cry.”
The initial pain fades but there’s still a deep and dull ache that won’t seem to shift.
“I’ll go slowly but I’ll make it quick,” he promises and kisses my mouth languidly. “Then we can go again in a couple of hours and I swear it won’t feel like this.”
I look into his amazing brown eyes full of love and concern and nod slowly. I want to stop, I also don’t. It hurts but it also feels good to be connected to him.
He moves slowly, in and out, never going too deep for fear of hurting me. Watching his face as my body pleasures him makes me tingle all over. It’s an amazing sight. One I’ll cherish forever.
“You feel so good,” he whispers and kisses my neck. “Honestly babe. I’ve never felt anything so good.” His head comes up, his lips slightly smiling. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” I hold his shoulders as he picks up the pace. The dull ache still there but not as intense. I know I’m not going to finish, he knows it too and it’s why he gave me the orgasm before and will probably give me another one after.
His hips slide slowly back and forth, his long, thick and hard member moving in and out. My channel clenches him when he tries to leave and clenches tighter when he’s in. My body doesn’t want him to move away from me.
I was made for him.