Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 115933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
A slick wetness trickled down my legs and my chest heaved with jagged breaths.
“Mae,” Styx hushed out and slowly, teasingly, he withdrew his hand from inside me.
Turning in his arms, I almost crumpled to the floor as Styx inserted his fingers into his mouth. His tongue ran around the digits, licking and tasting, before he dragged them down his bottom lip. Thrusting them out, he gently pushed them in the direction of my mouth.
“Suck,” he instructed. Quivering, partly in fear and partly in anticipation, I tipped my head down and wrapped my mouth around his outstretched fingers. Styx’s eyes flared and his length nudged my stomach. Releasing his fingers from my mouth, I stepped backward and guided him to the large white tub, now filled with hot water.
“Let me bathe you.”
Styx’s bright eyes softened a touch and I helped him into the tub. When submerged, he lay back; his eyes were watching me… always watching me.
Spotting a natural sponge and soap on the far side of the tub, I dipped it into the hot soapy water, as I kneeled beside Styx’s head. As I ran the sponge over his dark hair, he groaned, then reached out and grabbed my wrist.
“G-get in,” he ordered, his expression expectant.
Nerves thrummed through my body and I heard Styx groan again. Before I knew it, we were face to face and he planted a kiss on my nose, his hand gripping the nape of my neck. Pulling back slightly, I frowned in confusion at this strange act.
His lips twitched.
“Th-that fuckin’ nose is g-gonna kill me,” he confessed, a hoarse timbre in his voice. “Now. Get in.”
His pain seemed to fade quickly.
Styx used his strength to pull me forward, and standing on shaky feet, I climbed over the edge of the tub, sinking down into the hot water.
I was facing Styx. Naked. In the tub. My mind struggled to believe this reality… this dream come true.
He just stared… and stared, until, reaching for the sponge once more, I continued to bathe him. His tense, veined muscles relaxed and his eyes closed. Hands ran up and down my calves until his fingers tightened and he pulled me forward, my wet body slapping flush against his. He was so big and hard against my petite slight frame, his tanned skin dark against my pale.
Without hesitation, I crushed my mouth to his, his tongue instantly plunging to duel with mine. Styx’s hands pressed to my bare back then continued on to grip my behind, his fingers feeling rough as they massaged my skin, guiding my sex to rub against his hard length.
I wanted him. Wanted to join with him so badly.
Fright took hold of me as Styx’s hard flesh sawed pleasure from my sex and frantically, I clawed at his hair until he broke away.
“F-fuck me,” he implored, desperation in his eyes. “Fuck me, b-babe. Fuck me slow. F-fuck me hard, j-just fuck me…”
Fear gripped my senses. I tried to scurry back, out of his reach; it was all too much, but Styx’s iron grip held me close.
“Wh-what’s wrong?” he asked, getting concerned.
My stomach fell and I lowered my head. “I do not know how… to please you.” I averted my eyes to avoid his gaze. “I am frightened I will fail.”
“Babe?” Crooking his fingers, Styx signaled for me to go to him. His angry gashes were bright red, yet he still looked so good to me.
I had nothing to fear. This was Styx.
Shifting to carefully straddle his thighs, I confessed, “I do not know how to join with you. That is, I do not know how without being in the required position for the Lord’s sharing.”
Styx went eerily still before lifting up his chest and cupping my face. “Let me sh-show you.” His large hands dropped into the water and he held my thighs in his hands, pulling me flush against his length. “Let m-me inside, babe. P-put me in-inside you.”
“But you are injured. You are in pain,” I protested.
“Th-that’s why you n-need to ride me. You f-fuck m-me, babe. I’m n-not so hurt that I don’t w-want your t-tight pussy milking my c-cock. You’re in con-control.”
I am in control.
“Styx,” I groaned as two of his fingers suddenly plunged into my sex.
“Drenched… wet… ready…” he whispered before withdrawing and lying back against the tub. “R-ride me, Mae.” But his hands never left my body, caressing, feeling, being connected to me.
Kneeling to my thighs, I reached down and placed Styx at my entrance, shivering slightly in trepidation. I was worried I would do something wrong. I was worried I could hurt him more. But when I looked into those large hazel eyes—the eyes that had given me comfort all my life—my worries melted away. In one quick motion, I lowered myself down and filled myself to the hilt.
Styx’s teeth gritted and his pulse throbbed in his neck. Pleasure shot through my body and I planted my palms on his torso, making sure not to touch any raw scars.
“Styx… Oh, Styx…” I murmured over and over the farther he thrust inside me. With every inch, my pleasure increased until I sat still, savoring the feeling.
“Babe! Fuck me, babe!” Styx hissed. Gripping my wrists, he eased me down, and pressed his forehead to mine.
“What do I do now?” I asked, only slightly embarrassed at my inexperience. Styx made me feel safe.
“M-move your h-hips. Move th-them up and d-down.”
Doing as he said, I began rolling my hips and the water from the bath began making small waves, threatening to spill over the side.
“Mae! F-fuck!”
Pleasure instinctively drove my actions, and with every drag of Styx’s length within me, bright sparks of pleasure burst behind my closed eyelids.
My hands stroked along his muscles, which jumped and twitched with every thrust. Styx’s hips began rising to meet mine, forcing me to cry out in pleasure, the feeling of fullness too much to take. Minute after minute went by and our movements grew more and more frenzied; the water now flowed freely over the edge of the bathtub, splashing noisily onto the floor.