Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 53764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
"I want you to tell me if you're on contraceptives--or if I should use a condom?"
"Yes--please. A condom." Her hands slid up from his chest to his neck.
"Okay, I'll take care of it--and I'm going to go ahead and apologize in advance--there will be plenty of times in the future when I'll go slow--take proper care the way I should--but right now--it's not going to happen. I've been aching for you since the moment we met."
His hand lifted and smoothed the hair away from her forehead and held her eyes with his while he pushed his fingers through her hair and clenched his hand in her scalp. His mouth tightened and his words hardened, "Right now--I'm going to fuck you hard and fast and you're going to stay still and let me do it."
Her heart stopped beating completely before it began pumping blood again in a cadence so violent that it almost scared her. Her legs trembled and she was completely speechless, hanging in the circle of his arms, waiting for his next move. All she could manage were rough breaths and not passing out entirely as desire, hard and swift, enveloped her entire being from head to toe.
His next move came quickly.
He began walking her backwards toward the bed, one sure foot at a time, and when she stumbled, his hands landed on her hips and he bodily picked her up, her legs dangling as he propelled her backwards. When the back of her knees hit the bed, he dropped her to the edge into a sitting position and pushed her legs apart as far as they would go. He stood between her legs and studied her, looking down at her. With one hand on her chin, he lifted her face and began kissing her, hard and relentlessly, his mouth opening wide and brutally over hers as he began stroking her with his tongue.
Her neck was bent back at an awkward angle to accommodate his height, and she whimpered her discomfort in the back of her throat.
He heard it, changed his tactic, and pushed her down on the bed to a supine position as he followed her down, his hand finding the softness between her thighs covered only by the remaining scrap of silk.
The barrier was too much for him, and he backed up and ripped her silk briefs off her legs, pushing them down first one leg, and then the other. Natalie immediately felt the loss of the small degree of protection her panties had afforded, and suddenly, with her legs spread wide open to him, the difference in their sexual experience was glaringly obvious to her. With a need for modesty that she couldn't control, her hand slid down to cover herself between her legs as she felt the heat of a blush steal over her cheeks.
He stood between her legs and steadily watched her. His dark eyes narrowed and impaled her, but there was no way that Natalie could read the thoughts in his head. His gaze was hard, moving from her hot cheeks, down to her breasts that she feared were inadequate, and then to her hand where it trembled as it covered her mound.
His stare was bold--as if it contained ownership--and as he assessed her, Natalie felt he could see everything on the inside of her as well as the outside.
He allowed her hand to remain covering herself, but she knew it wasn't going to last.
She was right.
The moment of slow inspection over, he turned away from her, reached for a condom from the bedside table and sheathed himself with it in seconds. Pushing back between her thighs, he brushed her hand away from her body and lifted her legs and hooked them around his back in a move that was both forceful and precise. He brought himself to the entrance of her soft, wet opening and pushed the broad head of his penis to the quivering heat that awaited him.
He paused as a bead of sweat slipped down the side of his face and reached for her wrists. Manacling them in his hands, he fastened them over her head to the bed and stared down into her eyes. "I've never wanted anything as much as I want you." He circled his hips, rotated them against her and slipped an inch inside of her.
Her eyes flared both from the stretching sensation and the shock of his words and she began to pant in response as she waited for his further intrusion. His hands bit into her wrists with a heavy, forceful clasp that was all-consuming, all-powerful. Her heart beat a vicious tattoo at his display of strength and control, and a wild spiral of desire mixed with trepidation spread through her veins. She took a deep, sustaining breath and pushed against him slightly, testing the strength he was using.