Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 66865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Kiss along her collarbone, the column of her neck.
We kiss, making out—tongues wet, mouths greedy—as my hands roam her body, feeling for the snaps at the crotch of her bodysuit.
Rub her pussy with my thumb until her pelvis begins rocking and she squirms.
Until she begs me to, “Take it off.”
Then I’m above her, teasing her clit with the head of my cock, guiding it along her slit, stroking up and down, watching as her pupils dilate and nostrils flare. This is different than when we dry hump—this is the moment we both know we’re going to fuck.
Screw.
Make love. Whatever you want to call it, I’m ready.
We both are.
“Go slow,” comes her soft request.
“Scared?” I kiss her forehead and brush away a few strands of hair.
“A little.” Her hands cuff my biceps, and she’s biting down on her lower lip.
“Me too.”
“You are? Why?”
“I’ve never done this with anyone I gave a shit about before.”
“And you give a shit about me, huh?” Her eyes are sparkling, pleased.
She knows what I mean—that I fucking love her even if neither of us has said the words out loud to each other yet.
We know.
I move again, this time pushing forward, cringing. Calling on my self-control—I have tons of it, I do; it’s just so fucking hard not to go balls deep.
She’s wet so my cock glides in easy, searching for that point of resistance we’re both dreading.
I kiss her again, catching the gasp that escapes her lungs, pausing before going farther.
“Should I stop?” The last thing I want to do is hurt her.
“No. Let’s get it over with.” When I laugh, she smacks me on the arm. “Stop it—your whole body is vibrating.”
“Right. Game faces.” I stop laughing.
Time to get serious.
“Just do it, okay? The longer it takes you the worse it’s going to be.”
“Are you sure?” I’m doubtful.
“No, but it’s only going to hurt this one time, right?”
“How the hell should I know?” It certainly didn’t hurt when I lost my virginity—it felt so fucking good, I came within seconds.
“Push, Kip.”
Push.
Oh fuck she’s tight. And wet and…tight.
She tenses beneath me when I thrust all the way in, expecting the worst, eyes squeezing shut.
One peeps open. “Was that it?”
“I mean…we’re not done, if that’s what you mean.”
“No, I mean—that pinched but it didn’t really hurt. Is that normal?”
Again, how the hell would I know? “Not sure babe. Can I move now?”
Her only reply is a wiggle of her hips, and I begin moving, in and out, thrusting slowly. Gradually going faster, gauging her reaction by reading her face.
Mouth gaped open, her expression is almost unreadable.
Hmm.
Bracing myself with one elbow, I reach between our bodies, thumb finding her nub. Her clit. That tiny spot in her pussy I know will make her come.
I rub.
Slow circles as I fuck her slowly, around and around and around…
So wet.
So tight.
My forehead perspires, and Jesus, I wish it fucking wouldn’t because who wants to be covered in sweat while they’re banging their girlfriend for the first time?
Not me.
Christ.
But…
Teddy begins moaning.
Low in her throat. Tiny gasps.
Holy shit, is she going to…?
Is she seriously about to fucking come?
There is no way.
She is.
She does.
“Oh my god, Kip, oh my g-god, oh my god, oh my god…”
The clenching of her inner muscles and ripples of pleasure send shocks to my dick, my balls receiving the message of all clear.
“Fuck,” I moan into her hair. “Oh fuck, Teddy.”
When I roll off of her, I take her hand in mine and hold it while we both stare at the ceiling, waiting to catch our breath.
***
“I cannot believe you actually had an orgasm.” Honestly. Still can’t fucking believe it. The odds of that happening were slim to none. I didn’t think virgins could orgasm their first time.
“Neither can I.”
“I must have a magic cock or something.” What other explanation could there possibly be?
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, okay? If you hadn’t been rubbing me off at the same time, no way would I have come.”
“Wanna make a bet?” My dick becomes alert, interested in the conversation.
“Kip, I am not having sex with you again tonight.” Even in the dark, I can hear her eyes roll. “I’ll barely be able to walk to the bathroom as it is.”
“Fine, but if you change your mind, I’ll be over here, thinkin’ ‘bout that sex.”
“Keep your hands to yourself, unless you want to cuddle me.”
“Cuddling I can do. You want to be the big spoon or the little spoon?”
“Little spoon, please.” Her small body fits itself into mine, ass against my cock, back against my chest. Perfect fit. “Can you not drape your giant arm over my stomach? I won’t be able to breathe if you do—it weighs a ton.”
My phone pings on the nightstand.
I ignore it, obviously.
“Are you going to see who that is?”
We both know who it is, because I never receive texts from anyone but Teddy, my parents, and Veronica. Sometimes from one of the guys on the team, but rarely.