Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 127461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 637(@200wpm)___ 510(@250wpm)___ 425(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 637(@200wpm)___ 510(@250wpm)___ 425(@300wpm)
Gorya asked the question, and everything in him stilled, waiting for the answer, sending up prayers to whatever forces there were in the universe that she was ready. He needed her desperately.
Her lips trembled, and just for a moment fear skittered across her soft features, but she nodded. “I want to make love to you, Gorya. With you. I just don’t know what to do.”
There was a tiny bit of frustration in her voice. He didn’t want to lose the moment, and she was skating close to panic despite her determination. He lifted her back into a sitting position. His cock was so damn hard it looked like a spiked tower.
Fortunately, he had long arms. He pulled a bottle of lube from the drawer of the end table and poured some into his palm. “We want this to be as easy as possible on you. You’re going to be tight, baby.”
He had anticipated that. She hadn’t been with anyone in a long time. He had girth to him. She could control how much of him she took in. That should make it easier. “You’re going to straddle me just the way you are and sit right over the top of me.”
He wrapped his fist around the base of his cock and kept one hand on her hip. He didn’t urge her to move. That was her decision. She had to make up her mind whether she really wanted to have sex with him or not.
This was Maya. His woman. He should have known she wouldn’t be clinically detached. She had said she wanted to make love to him, and she obviously meant what she said. She ran her palms along his chest and then wrapped one fist around his cock.
“You do know I think you’re beautiful, don’t you? I’ve never thought a man’s cock was beautiful until I saw yours.”
The feel of her fingers sent fiery flames darting down his spine. The sight of her moved him the way nothing had ever moved him in his life. She lifted herself and slowly began to lower her sheath over the broad, weeping head. He wanted to watch her face, her expressions, but he couldn’t take his eyes from the sight of her little body trying to stretch around his cock’s head.
The burn was exquisite. Unbelievable. The first touch of her slick heat set his blood roaring and his pulse pounding. His cock throbbed and pulsed. He gritted his teeth, holding on to his control as she worked at giving him entry. He helped, pushing gently with his hips, a small nudge to open her enough to allow the first inch to pass her tight entrance.
At once her silky-smooth, scorching-hot muscles surrounded him, gripping him so hard he had to pause to catch his breath. It was like being in a vise of pure fire. Both hands went to her hips. He wanted to slam her down over him while he surged upward to bury himself balls deep. Nothing had ever felt this way. Nothing. No one.
“Relax, baby. Try to relax for me.”
She hissed something, but he couldn’t pull his gaze from the sight of the two of them coming together. She made some little movement with her body. A tiny swirl that allowed the folds to open enough to give him room to push another inch inside. The friction sent jagged streaks of white-hot lightning through him. The top of his head wanted to blow off and he wasn’t even all the way in her. Bog. His woman. Once he was in her and moving, he wasn’t certain he would have any control at all, when he’d always had the stamina of fifty men.
Her fingers stroked his belly, close to his cock. Do you feel me? Hot like a volcano. That’s how I am inside when I think about how much I love you.
She pushed down, taking him deeper, swallowing more of his cock until she surrounded him with silk and fire and love. For the first time, he lifted his gaze to hers. There was no fear. A little discomfort, but he expected that. He would work through that and give her pleasure. Mostly he saw love shining back at him.
Do you want me to help you?
She nodded. Yes, please.
There it was, the absolute trust in him that he would make this good for her. For the two of them. No matter her past or his, this was their time together, binding them. She believed in him. He’d never had that, and it was sacred to him.
I love you, Maya. Never forget that.
He gripped her hips tighter and surged into her, burying himself completely. That exquisite scorching fire clamped around him like a silken fist, leaving him gasping, desperate to drag in enough air to breathe.
Baby. So fuckin’ tight. He waited for her body to adjust when all he wanted to do was move. He needed to move.