Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 16684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
"Are we really going to do this?" she asks, a smile playing on her lips. "Because, Silas, I've been dreaming about it for a very long time."
"What are you dreaming about exactly?" I ask her, loving her vulnerability. It makes me want to be honest and real with her too, to tell her all about my deepest fantasies.
I just imagine being kissed until I can't breathe, about my clothes being peeled off me piece by piece. Dreams about running my hands over her. She closes her eyes. "Running my hands over your length and kissing you, every inch of you. Can we do that?"
"Oh baby," I say, "of course we can. We can do all of that and more, and we can learn every inch of each other together."
"It'll be our first time," she whispers. "Doesn't that feel romantic?"
"Insanely romantic," I say, then I press my lips to hers, cupping her cheek the way I know she likes. Her lips are soft like pillows, and our mouths melt.
"Oh, Silas," she whispers between kisses. I move against her harder, my mouth pressing against hers, and her lips parting and mine parting too. And we kiss and kiss. We kiss for what feels like hours. And maybe it is because her lips are something else. My whole body stirs as our kiss intensifies, her tongue twirling against mine, soft and supple but needy too, a want in her mouth that I understand.
I run my hands over her body. Her leg latches against mine, and she smiles as she kisses me, her long brown hair spooling over her body. I feel hot and needy, and she must too because she leans up, pulling her shirt up over her head.
"Oh my God,” I groan. “And I'm sorry for saying his name in vain, but Jesus Christ, Miracle, your tits."
She laughs openly, without shame or embarrassment as I take both her breasts in my hands and run my fingers over her soft skin. I hold them in my hand, and they're beautiful, so creamy and milky.
I lower my mouth to one of her nipples, and I suck until she's moaning against me, running her hands through her hair. I pull back. "Is that okay?"
"It feels so nice," she says breathlessly. "I mean, it makes my whole body light up." She takes my hand, running it between her thighs. "Right there, you feel how wet I am? That's what happened when you kissed me like that. That's what...” She rolls back, laughing. "Oh my gosh. I want you so bad."
She begins tugging at my T-shirt, running her fingers over my ladder of abs. "You're so handsome, Silas."
"Quiet," I tell her. "Look at you, so damn beautiful, so damn pure."
"And so are you," she says. "I honestly cannot believe you're a virgin."
"It's gonna be good," I say.
"Both of us learning this together, it's like my literal dream come true," she says. She looks down at her hand. There's a ring on it, as if she just remembers. "What if we were really engaged?" she asks. "What if we were really having sex for the first time while planning to be married?"
I take her hand in mine. "Let's do that," I say. "Let's do all of it."
"Silas." She smiles. "I don't even have a job. I live in my dad's house."
"That's okay. I have a job. Or I can get another one. I can do anything I want. We both can. We're free, and we're young. And we're happy and in love."
"Love?" She laughs. "You love me?"
"Yes, I think I do. I know I do. I love you, Miracle. Why not? Why not give in to the one thing I want, which is you?"
"I'm really sheltered," she says. "I mean, I've seen some hard things working at the convent, helping people who were in a lot of need, but not a lot of life experience...”
"Hey, just because you haven't lived through years of hard times doesn't mean you're not capable of loving someone fully. Love is a choice, right? I choose you."
"Silas…” she says.
"I'm not saying that just because I want to have sex with you. We don't have to do this at all. I swear," I say, getting out of the bed. I look at her. We both look down at my cock, which is so damn hard. It looks ridiculous in these pajama bottoms.
"Oh no. I want to have sex with you. There's no pressure, but it's what I want." She gets out of bed and runs her hands over the waistband of my pants, pushing them down, looking at me completely naked. I tease her backward onto the bed, and she falls back with her hair sprawling around her, her breasts bouncing as she does.
I run my hands over her breasts and her bare belly, and I tug off her pants. She's not wearing any panties. "My God, woman," I say. "You're gorgeous. Look at your cunt. It's so ripe, so beautiful."