Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 97127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
She shivered away her misgivings, replacing them with delicious anticipation. “You will not keep me waiting?”
He nibbled at her lips again. “I am in no hurry.”
She smiled. “We do have the whole day.”
“I may need to rest from time to time.”
“We can nap.”
“Then wake and love again?”
“Aye,” she said and jumped when his hand gently squeezed her breast.
“I have longed to know the feel of you.”
“I feel the same of you.”
“Then I will not deprive us both any longer.”
Mary was glad he divested himself of his shroud before undressing her. He left himself vulnerable to her first, and she enjoyed the thought, and she did not wait to reach out and touch him.
His arm was thick, hard, and warm and she squeezed at his flesh. It felt so wonderful to finally touch him. She never wanted to stop.
He took her arm and placed it round his neck. “Hold on while I remove your blouse.”
She held onto him as he raised her up to slip her blouse off. The cool air brushed her naked skin, but she was so intent on acquainting herself with the feel of him that she did not realize she lay completely naked until his hand began to wander over her breast, his lips following. He nibbled, sucked, and teased her nipples into submission.
“Oh my, that does feel so good.”
“That is only the beginning,” he whispered and nibbled his way up to her neck, sending gooseflesh racing over her.
While he tempted her with kisses, she became familiar with his body running her hands up and down his arms, over his broad shoulders, down his chest, and up his back in long, broad strokes. Her touch helped produce images of him in her mind, and the sensation of his warm, hard flesh against her fingers inflamed her passion.
They soon became lost in touching and tasting each other. Mary nipped at his lips and tasted his neck, salty and warm and oh, so satisfying.
Michael eased himself away from her lips, to Mary’s chagrin.
His fingertips went to work on her naked flesh, touching her ever so lightly and heightening her desire to raging proportions.
“You are so very beautiful,” he whispered in her ear. “Every inch of you.”
His fingers stroked the inside of her legs, spreading them apart, and ever so gently he touched her with the faintest intimate touch causing her to lose all rationality, to moan with desire.
She almost sprang off the bed when Michael began to kiss the inside of her legs and moved upward.
“What are you doing?”
“Loving you,” he said and kissed her in the most intimate of places she never imagined his lips would touch, but was so very glad he did.
She moaned.
There was not a part of her body he did not touch, kiss, or nibble. He brought her to a fever pitch and watched as she arched her back and cried out with the pleasure of her first orgasm.
When she regained her breath, she reached out to touch him. He let her have her way, understanding she needed to know him as well.
His chest was firm, his belly flat, and his manhood hard, solid, and a size that startled her. “You are so very large.”
His hand covered hers. “There is nothing to fear from me.”
She stroked him and his hand drifted off her. She smiled when she heard him groan. “I like the feel of you.”
“Touch all you wish.”
She did, enjoying the intimacy until he said, “No more or I will be spent before we finish.”
“I do not want that,” Mary said. “I want you inside me.”
He moved over her, kissing Mary like a starving man, and she returned his kisses like a woman eager to feed him. Her arms wrapped around him and he held her as he settled slowly into her inch by inch, her moans growing as he entered her more deeply.
“Shhh,” he warned, “Or the whole forest will hear you.”
“I cannot help it, you feel so very good and I love you so very much.”
He tickled her ear with his tongue. “And I love you. Now hold on to me tight for this moment we share is precious, and I will forever hold it in my heart.”
He claimed her mouth, so that her moans of pleasure emptied into him as he entered her completely and demanded a rhythm of her that she matched with equal enthusiasm.
Mary lost all sense of time and place; her only thought was that of the wickedly delicious sensation she felt with him buried deep inside her. His precise strokes tingled, excited, and drove her near mad as they built in her a crescendo of passion that consumed her. She held onto him, knowing he rode her toward a crest that once reached would devour them both.
They soared and spun and crested until a shocking explosion racked their bodies, and together they grasped and moaned their release, sighed with pleasure, and slowly returned to reality.