Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
It twitches when I trail my nails along the underside ever so gently. He lets out a guttural grunt that makes his entire body spasm.
“I’m going to hold you now,” I warn him, giving him a chance to get used to the idea.
My hand wraps around him slowly, carefully, but with the right amount of pressure that I know he’ll like. He shudders, the toned ridges of his abdomen clenching as he inhales a sharp breath.
Poking my tongue out, I gently touch the swollen, red tip of him. His hands come to my shoulders and his torso knifes upwards until I feel his smooth skin touching the top of my hair.
I don’t give it another second. I instantly envelope him in my warm, wet mouth, salivating at the thrill of finally tasting him. He moans loudly, his hands coming to my head almost as if unsure where to hold and unsure whether or not he should push me away or push me down on him further.
“Gwen,” he pants, as I slide him from between my lips, caressing the underside of his throbbing cock with my tongue. “Do that again.” I try not to smile and fortunately succeed, even though I’m doing cartwheels inside. Back down I go, this time deeper, my cheeks hollowing as I suck and move back up with excruciating slowness.
My free hand strokes the inside of his thigh before settling on the delicate sack between his legs. I roll the balls gently between my fingers, my mouth picking up speed now that I know he’s comfortable.
“Gwen,” he repeats and I have to admit I love the way he says my name when he’s clearly absorbed by the pleasure that I’m giving him.
My head is tugged away after a few more seconds, his hand fisted in my hair. He looks at me, his breath heavy, his chest heaving and his pupils fully dilated.
Gulp.
I’m lifted as he stands and pushed roughly onto the soft bed, my body bouncing once. My jeans are being tugged down my legs and I don’t have time to lift my hips to help him as his strength does that for me.
Next my thong is gone and his eyes take me in for a very brief moment before he pushes my legs apart with his hands on my knees and lies between them. Instantly I feel his steel length pressing against my stomach as he presses his mouth to mine and grinds against me.
I’ve never felt so deliriously and deliciously aroused in my entire life, especially when he unclips my bra at the front with one hand and manoeuvres me until it’s away from my body.
He shifts slightly to the side, giving himself space to guide the head of his cock to my entrance. He rests it there, the tip barely tapping at my tight core that wants to be filled by him so badly.
I tilt my head and catch his eyes. He grabs my wrists and brings my hands to either side of my face. I inhale a shuddering breath when he laces our fingers together and rests his forehead on mine.
“Nathan,” I murmur softly, trying to give him the encouragement he clearly needs. His eyes are no longer on me; they’re looking down, at nothing in particular. Tortured is the only emotion he’s giving me right now.
“I need to put on a condom,” he states and goes to pull away. I hook my legs around his thighs and hold him tight. He glares at me. “I’m serious, Gwen.”
Freeing one hand, I place it against his cheek and kiss the corner of his mouth. My fingertips stroke the edge of his hair and the shell of his ear. I want to state the fact that he’s still rock solid, so he can’t be hating this that much. I don’t. Instead I give him a moment to find his calm. I won’t force him into this, but I won’t let him back away out of fear and habit.
“Damn it, Guinevere,” he snaps when my leg tightens reflexively and pushes his hips down a fraction, causing the head to rest directly on the entrance.
“What’s so bad?” I ask calmly, working my fingers through the side of his hair. “Really… it’s just me. You know me. I’m clean, I’m healthy and… I care about you.”
“You know that’s not the point,” he mumbles, turning his face into my hand. The movement forces him to sink in a fraction of a centimetre. I wince at the tightness of the skin trying to give to let him enter. We both moan; it feels good, even if it is uncomfortable. “Damn it.” I watch as his eyes close and he pushes forward. My slick channel slowly swallows the head. I feel it pop inside and shudder at the size of him. “Oh god, Gwen, you feel…” He pulls out slowly and my eyes close much like his have.