Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 177690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 888(@200wpm)___ 711(@250wpm)___ 592(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 177690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 888(@200wpm)___ 711(@250wpm)___ 592(@300wpm)
I stand up regretfully, wiping the water out of my eyes and pushing my hair back. Casey is staring at me. Her eyes look smoky and are filled with questions. I hold her gaze as I reach in the water and take off my swim trunks. She’s knows what I’m doing, I know that—even if she is looking everywhere but at me. She swallows nervously.
“I’m not sure this is a good idea,” she says again, her voice soft, nervous and unsure.
“I think it’s the best idea I’ve ever had in my life.”
“Gavin,” she says rubbing her hands together. “I really like you.”
“I really like you too, Casey,” I tell her taking the clothes I removed from us and placing them slowly on the side of the pool. She’s getting spooked and I don’t want to make it worse. I have to beat down her nerves and her doubts, because I’m not stopping. Hell. Who am I kidding? I want this woman so bad, it’s not physically possible at this point.
“Maybe we should slow this down,” she says, chewing on her bottom lip, her hands around her breasts to shield them from my view. I could tell her she’s even sexier like that. The milk-white globes pushed in and overflowing over the top of her hands tempt a man to squeeze them…bite them. You can see glimpses of the dusky ring of skin at the base of her nipples and the difference in colors on her breasts is enough to make me go to my knees and beg for more.
I tell her none of that, I need her lost in her passion—lost in me. I step toward her so the small distance that separates us is gone. Now her hands are pushed against my chest, which means her breasts are too, and I swear I can feel my skin heat from that touch alone. She fits me perfectly. Smaller, so that her head comes to my shoulder, curvy enough she fills my hands and yet there’s no doubt I’m bigger than her, stronger. That feeling slams through me again. That elemental reaction that fires through me and tells me that I was made to protect Casey and keep her safe. That’s my purpose. The knowledge is there and I don’t question it. I can’t.
Time has ceased to matter when it comes to Casey.
I reach under the water, letting my fingers slide against the outside of her pussy. She jumps, straining her upper body away from me. I lean in further, to counteract her movement, unable to give her the space she wants.
“It’s been twelve years since I should have done this, Moth-girl. I don’t think we can afford to slow it down anymore.”
“But we—”
“Shh…,” I quieten her. “I only want to make you feel good, Casey. That’s all,” I whisper before I find myself kissing her lips again. “I need you Casey.”
“Gavin…”
“I’m clean baby, I swear. I never do this without suiting up, but…Are you protected?” I ask, knowing I’m risking everything to even bring up this conversation, but I don’t want to use a condom with Casey. I’ve never gone without one. Anytime I’ve been with a woman, I’ve used a condom, but the idea of anything between me and Casey drives me crazy. I need her bare.
“I’m safe,” she says. “But, maybe we should wait…”
“Hand to God, Casey. I think I’d give you the world if I could, but the one thing I can’t do right now is stop this. I have to have you. I need you more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life. I’d sooner stop breathing than stop making love to you.”
She goes stiff against me at first, especially when my fingers part the lips of her pussy. I pet the delicate area gently, letting the warm water and my touch tease her. Slowly the tension in her body leaves and her tongue curls with mine, returning my kiss. I increase the intensity of the kiss, while pushing my fingers against her clit. The water makes it difficult to tell if she’s truly ready for more, and as strong as I’m coming on to her, I truly don’t want her to do this before she’s ready.
She shocks me, however. She wraps her hand around my cock. I’m so fucking hard it’s painful. If it wasn’t for the water, it might be unbearable. When she strokes me, I can’t stop the growl that comes out against her lips.
“Honey,” I gasp as she tightens her hold and does it again. I push a finger inside her tight channel, groaning again when a second slides in easily. “I can’t hold back much longer, Casey. I have to have you,” I warn her. She pulls her head back to look at me, her hand stills on my cock and I want to cry—sure she’s calling a halt to everything. Those emerald green eyes of hers appraises me and I’m almost afraid to breathe.