Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“Tell me about all those ex-boyfriends now,” I taunted quietly. “Did any of them make you feel like this?”
She shook her head, the movement languid. She bit down on her lower lip hard, and her head fell back as I found the sensitive nub of her clit and tweaked it.
“Tell me what you want, Lily.” I leaned in to nip her earlobe.
“I want you,” she whispered.
“You want me to what?” I was going to make her say it. She’d pushed us to this point. She had to go the rest of the way.
“I want you–” her eyes opened slowly. I was still fingering her, and I could see the unbearable tension of mounting lust in her blue gaze. “--I want you inside me.”
“I am inside you.” I pushed a third finger in to prove the point. God, she was tight. She was going to squeeze my cock like a vice. I couldn’t wait.
Her body trembled, eyes drifting closed again. “You know what I mean.”
“No.” I stilled, withdrew. “No acting like a shy college girl, Lily. Tell me exactly what you want or go the hell home.”
Her eyes flew open. I saw the same desperation I felt in the depths. I’d make her leave if I had to, but I had a feeling I wouldn’t.
“I want your–” her cheeks flushed deeper, “--cock in my mouth.”
I’d already been ready, but now all the blood flowed downward, leaving me lightheaded and painfully hard. It was all I could do to take a step back as she slid down my body to her knees and looked up at me, grasping my manhood just the way I’d imagined the other night.
“Lily,” I groaned, bracing myself against the wall to keep from slamming my hips forward as she gently slid her lips over the tip.
She bobbed up and down, almost gingerly. “I’ve never done this before,” she whispered.
A better man would have ended it right then. I wasn’t that man. I put a hand gently on the back of her head and guided her up and down. I’d been sucked off by near pros, but nothing had ever felt as good as Lily’s tongue swirling gently around my shaft, her hands on either side of my hips. I closed my eyes and reveled in it. Then, when I couldn’t stand it anymore, I pulled back.
She looked up at me uncertainly.
I pulled her to her feet and undid the zipper that ran down her back. Her dress fell off like a flower shedding its petals, leaving her in two scraps of lace that I knew wouldn’t last another minute.
“Let’s go,” I murmured, and led her to the bed.
18
LILY
I followed Con as if in a daze. His fingers were wrapped tightly around mine, and something seemed to have shifted in him. When he pulled me to him beside the bed, his caress was gentler. He’d stopped raging against whatever force was pulling us inexorably together, stopped fighting my existence in his life, his penthouse, his bedroom. He ran his hands up my bare arms, making me shiver.
There was something I should tell him, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. He might stop if I did. If he knew he was going to be my first. He might make it into something bigger than it was and force himself to do the right thing. This was the right thing though. I knew it in my bones, the way I’d known that every boy before him who I’d come close with hadn’t been right. Hadn’t been enough.
So instead of speaking, I touched him. I took advantage of his new calm and ran my hands over the thick ridges of muscles that made up his torso. Smoothed them over his pectorals and over his strong, corded shoulders. He undid the clasp of my bra and slid the thin straps over my shoulders until it fell between us. Then he pushed down the matching panties, and I was standing in front of him naked.
That was a first in itself.
The sun slanted in. Funny how I’d always assumed my first time would be at night, in the dark. This was so much better. I could see every inch of him. The minute changes in the rise and fall of his chest as he drank me in. The way his eyes narrowed and darkened. The coarse dark hair that made a line down his abdomen. The quiver in his hands as he reached for me.
When he kissed me again, it was gentler too. Slower, even as he lifted me and set me on the bed. My heart beat wildly. It was happening. It was really happening. After all these weeks of waiting and wishing and wanting, I was going to have Con.
I laid back, pulling him with me. He was propping himself up on one arm, his other hand holding my wrist, pinning it to the bed. There was a cloud of pillows behind me, his warm, heavy weight on top of me. His knee was between my legs, his hard on like a rock against my leg, but neither of us wanted to rush it. We explored each other’s bodies with our hands, our mouths. I tasted his throat, nibbled on his shoulders, scraped my teeth lightly over his clavicle. His tongue was doing an erotic dance in my ear that I felt radiating through my entire body. Along with the sensations, emotions were rushing through me. Relief, joy, disbelief. It was finally happening. Short of the end of the world, nothing would stop me from making Con Walker my first.