Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
With my free hand, I begin to fumble impatiently at his belt. I feel him smirk against my mouth.
“Not yet,” Christopher says, pressing a kiss at the corner of my mouth. “A real man pleases his woman first.”
As he peels himself away from me and slowly slides down the bed, it dawns on me exactly what he’s planning on doing. A million horrified objections instantly gather on my tongue. Donnie has never done that to me. No one ever has! I’ve read all about it, and Kara has certainly told me enough about it, but I have yet to experience it myself.
Christopher lies on his stomach at the end of the bed and looks up at me, one brow arced in amusement, no doubt at the look on my face. “Just relax, baby,” he says, pressing a warm kiss to my dimpled thigh. “I promise you’ll enjoy this.”
I raise myself onto my elbows and swallow hard. What if he thinks I’m gross down there? What if I taste bad? What if…
All thought dissipates like smoke when he lowers his head between my thighs and kisses me there. The combination of heat and moisture on my pussy sends a jolt of electricity all the way up my spine, and down again.
“Christopher…” I whisper, no longer afraid, no longer unsure. Instead, I twine my fingers into his black hair, and pray that he keeps his head between my legs forever.
His tongue swirls around and around my clit, and a low moan erupts from deep inside of me. In response, Christopher growls against my skin before lapping back at my slit, teasing it slowly. Nothing has ever felt so good, so sensual, or so primal. My skin buzzes with pleasure.
After a minute or so of leg-quivering rapture, I moan more and more loudly, more and more desperately. Suddenly, he pulls back to look at me, those blue eyes piercing me like an arrow.
“You’re only going to come,” he informs me, his voice gravelly, “on my cock.”
Kneeling on the bed, he finally removes his belt, and then his jeans, and then, as my eyes hungrily follow each article of clothing, his briefs.
I can’t restrain a gasp. His cock is a thing of beauty. Bigger even than I imagined, and so mouthwateringly enormous. It’s gently curved, rock hard and pulsing. I wonder, absentmindedly, if I’m drooling.
He kisses me again, ravenously, and I’m surprised to taste myself on his lips. It only shocks me for a moment before, somehow, I’m even more turned on and aching for his touch. His hands quest all over me, settling on my breast, and he lowers his mouth to my nipple. I writhe underneath him, practically seeing stars, as his tongue flickers against this sensitive part.
When he raises his head, we lock eyes.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he says.
Nothing--not even a tampon--has ever penetrated me. I don’t care. I nod wordlessly.
With agonizing, beautiful slowness, he takes his gorgeous cock in his hand, staring into my eyes all the while. With its tip, he circles my now-dripping entrance, teasing it, preparing it. I need it inside of me. I need him inside of me.
“Please,” I whisper shakily. “Please.”
Without a word, he slowly, slowly, slowly eases his cock into my entrance.
I had expected pain — everything I’ve ever read has said that your first time will be painful. But, after a quick pinch that makes me suck in my breath, I feel barely any discomfort at all. Christopher must see my eyes widen, because he cups my face in his hand and says, “Easy, easy…” To reassure him, I press a quick kiss to his palm, and let a ghost of a smile turn my lips. This is fine. Everything is fine.
This must encourage him, because he slowly withdraws before easing his length inside of me again. This time, instead of pain, all I feel is a pleasure that radiates from my very core. I clutch his arms on either side of me, looking deep into his icy eyes.
“Fuck,” he whispers as he begins to quicken his pace. In and out, and in and out, his gaze never leaving mine, our breath pulsing in sync. I’ve never felt anything so wonderful; my eyes flutter, and I move my hands thoughtlessly through his hair, over his muscular back. Every time he pulls out of me, I miss his presence for just a second before he slams back into me again. Soon he’s pounding in and out of me, his lips claiming mine, and I’m near sobbing with ecstasy into his mouth.
“Jesus, you’re so tight,” he hisses, and I’m glad that I can give him some of the pleasure he is giving me.
In and out, in and out, his fingers in my hair, my fingers in his mouth. Christopher fucks me in a way that Donnie never could — that no one else could. I realize already that I am his, now, and that I’ll let him claim me like this whenever he wants. Let my dad find out. Let the whole world find out. All I need is Christopher.