Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83343 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83343 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
She bucks underneath me, like a horse that wasn’t expecting the saddle. She suggested this. But she wasn’t expecting this.
The thought has my cock pressing against my fly, desperate to fuck.
She releases a tiny whimper, and a groan escapes my throat like it’s been stuck there for years. She’s so warm and soft and wet and perfect.
Her fingers curl around my wrist and she chokes out, “You need to stop right now or I’m going to come.”
But I’m not going to stop now.
And the way I feel right at the moment, maybe not ever.
I push my fingers deep and I clasp my teeth around her nipple and bite. Hard.
She screams, her legs shaking, I don’t know if it’s her sounds, her movement, or her orgasm that vibrates up my spine. Her pleasure and my pleasure are inextricably linked, winding around and around us, binding us together.
I lift my head as she covers her face, and I pull at her wrists. She turns her face away from me.
I press a kiss to each nipple, her fingers find the back of my head again, and she sighs.
“You okay?” I ask as our gazes meet.
A small crease appears between her eyebrows. “I’m not sure.”
I press a kiss to the side of her head. “Tonight’s not what you expected.”
“No,” she says.
A minute passes, she links her fingers through mine and she sits up. “You’re good.”
I laugh, but I nod. If Kate doesn’t do false modesty, then neither do I.
“I’m a little freaked out,” she says. “But also . . .” For a moment I think she’s going to make some kind of confessional about how she’s seen God or something, but I should know better. “Horny.”
I laugh.
She pulls me over her as she falls back onto the bed.
“You smell so good. What is that?” she asks in between kisses.
“I smell of you,” I say. It’s all I can smell. Fresh summer flowers.
I kneel up and strip off my shirt, then slip off the bed to take off my pants. I grab a condom from my wallet.
“We might as well just get it out of the way,” she says. I have no way of knowing what she’s going to say. It could be anything from a confession of virginity—although that’s unlikely—to her saying she’s strictly no anal.
I raise my eyebrows in anticipation.
“Your body’s insane,” she says. “Like, wow.”
A smile curls at the corner of my lips. I kneel between her thighs, circle my hands around her waist and pull her toward me for better access to her pussy. “You’re perfect.” I dip my thumb inside her, finding her tight and wet and sweet, pulling out and circling her clit. She tries to move away again and I’m not quite sure why.
“Why do you do that? Like when you’re really enjoying something, you try and escape?” I put my thumb in my mouth and lick her off me, then slide my body over hers, caging her head with my hands, waiting for an answer.
“I don’t know,” she says. “What you do. . .it kind of takes me by surprise.”
“And you don’t like surprises?” I say, sliding my dick over her panties.
“I haven’t given it much thought. I guess it feels. . .different. And my basic human instinct is to protect myself when things aren’t what they usually are.”
Is that a basic human instinct? I don’t have time to answer my own question because she wraps her legs around my waist, grinding my cock against her.
I grin at her. “I wasn’t expecting that, but I can’t say I want you to stop.”
I roll to my side and strip her underwear off, then reach for the condom. She tries to sit up. Our gazes meet and I shake my head.
“I can’t go on top?” she asks with a little pout that is fucking adorable.
“Not yet.”
“When?”
“When I say,” I reply.
“You don’t want a blow job? To get you hard?”
“Do I look like a need a blow job to get me hard?” My cock is pointing at the ceiling, rigid and desperate for release. She watches as I roll on the condom. “You okay?”
She exhales, her expression a little worried. “Yeah.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“There’s nothing to worry about. It’s going to be good.” I slide over her and press a kiss to her neck.
“Too good,” she says.
I push into her, clenching my jaw, watching her as she bites down on her bottom lip and her eyes fall closed. I move slowly and her arms come to my shoulders.
She opens her eyes. “See? Too good.”
She’s right. She feels incredible under me. The feeling is all concentrated pleasure and thoughts run through my mind like, is it possible to stay in here a little longer? In Crompton, but also right here. Because I never want to stop fucking this woman underneath me.
Her nails digging into my shoulders interrupt my chaotic thoughts and her knees coming up either side of my hips, allow me deeper, oh so deep.