Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
He scoots to the side and pulls his shirt up his body, pulls it off his arms, and then tosses it on the coffee table. “There you go.”
I’m staring at him, and I should probably make sure I don’t start to drool. He’s beautiful. The hard muscles of his abdomen are covered with a thin layer of dark hair that leads down and disappears under his pants. I can’t stop myself. I reach out and brush my fingers across his chest.
He sucks in a breath, and I draw my hand back. “Oh God, Baker, I’m telling you I want to take it slow and I’m practically manhandling you. I’m sorry.”
He grabs my hand and puts it back on his chest. “You can touch me if you want, Cass.”
I trace the hard planes of his chest, and when I reach his nipple, I draw circles around it. He moans, and I stop. “Are you okay?”
He nods. “Yeah, it feels good.”
I look at him curiously, and he asks, “Has anyone touched you there, Cass?”
I bite my lip and nod. “Yeah, but I didn’t like it. He was squeezing me like I was an orange or something. It felt more weird than anything.”
He opens his mouth and then closes it again. I can see the need in his eyes. “Baker… would you want to—”
He cuts me off. “Yes, fuck yeah, I want to touch you, but I don’t want to pressure you.”
I think about it for less than a second. I can’t give up this opportunity. Who knows how long it will be before he comes to his senses? I lean up and grab the hem of my shirt, but he stops me. “Are you sure?”
I nod. “I trust you.”
He helps me out of my shirt, and I try to reach behind me to unhook my bra. I finally get it and take it off, letting it fall to the floor. I’m nervous until I see the way Baker’s looking at me as if I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. “You’re so perfect, Cass.”
“I’m not, but you make me feel like I am.”
His hand comes up and cups my breast. I’m not sure where it came from, but I moan and arch my back, pressing farther into his hand. His touch is soft but firm at the same time. When his finger caresses over my hard nipple, I feel like I could come right then. His voice is trembling. “Can I kiss you?”
I open my eyes and try not to freak out. “You want to kiss me… there?”
He nods, looking at me for approval.
I can’t say no because right now I want his mouth on me more than anything. “Yes,” I say throatily.
He doesn’t hesitate. His lips seal over my nipple, and he suckles me. All at once, I feel him everywhere. His leg raises between my thighs, and he strokes me at my core. I feel wanton as I open my legs wider to let him slide his leg higher. With the friction between my thighs and his lips on my breasts, it becomes too much. I can feel the pressure rise. I clamp my legs together, squeezing his in a vise. My back arches even more, and I put my hand at the back of his head, holding him to me.
I’ve never had an orgasm with someone else in the room, but there’s no holding back. I have no control over my body, and I can’t fight it off. My whole body tenses and starts to jerk uncontrollably.
He doesn’t stop. He keeps pleasuring my breast and rubbing his leg between my thighs. And I bask in my release until I have nothing left to give.
When I come down, embarrassment takes over. “Oh my God.”
He’s still nuzzling my breast, his head resting against me. His voice is thick. “You okay?”
I try to shift my body, and he groans. His manhood is hard and pressed against me. I ask him the same question. “Are you okay?”
He kisses my breast and then leans back to look at me. I start to apologize. “I’m so sorry—I don’t know what came over me. I’m not—”
He stops me. “Don’t ever apologize to me. I love seeing you like this.”
I touch his shoulder. “But what about you? Do you want me to, uh, you know?”
“No. We’ll get to that when you’re ready.”
I think back to my ex, and he was always pressuring me to do things. It’s crazy because with Baker, I want to do those things, but he’s willing to wait. Unsure where we go from here, I ask him, “So uh, now what?”
He leans his head against my naked breast. “I’d like to lay here, just like this for a while. We can talk, and I’ll take you home… later.”
I rest my chin against his head. “Sounds good.”