Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“You make me stronger. You’re not afraid to call me out, and you won’t let me hide behind my insecurities. I love you. The forever kind of love, Deacon.”
That’s all I need to hear. My lips find hers, and nerves bubble to life in my chest. I’ve had sex, I’m not a monk, but I’ve never made love. Yeah, I’m aware it’s the same thing. At least, I used to think it was the same thing. Now I know better. I’m more nervous now than I was my first time. Losing my virginity was nothing compared to knowing that this woman is the last I’ll ever be inside of. This is my last first time.
My Ramsey.
Her hands are buried in my hair, and her legs are wrapped around me. My hands are everywhere. Her hair, her breasts, sliding down her back. It’s as if my hands are on a mission to touch every inch of her soft silky skin.
It takes effort to tear my lips from hers. We’re both breathing heavily, and my heart is beating against my chest. I’m fearful I could break a rib. “Slide back, baby.” She moves back and rests her head on my pillow. Standing to my full height, I grip my cock and stroke it lazily. Her eyes follow my every move.
“I need to get you ready,” I tell her, reading her expression. “I don’t want to hurt you.” She nods, and that’s my green light. Reaching into the nightstand, I grab the new box of condoms I bought a couple of weeks ago when our make-out sessions started to get hotter.
Tearing open the box, I pull out a strip and drop them next to her on the bed. I toss the box back in the drawer and then join her. On my knees, I settle beside her, just taking her in. She smiles up at me, and I notice the change in her. My girl is more confident, and I want to beat my fists against my chest. My love did that for her.
“What are you smiling at?” she asks, her voice soft.
“You’re beautiful and all mine.”
“Show me.” Her legs fall open, and her pussy glistens for me.
Moving between her thighs, I lie on my belly and do as my girl asks, and I show her. I love her with my mouth, sucking her clit until she’s writhing beneath me. I add one finger and then another, working her, getting her ready for me. She grips my hair, and it’s as if that action is attached to my mouth. I tongue her clit, sucking harder, and she screams, calling out my name. Her pussy squeezes my fingers, and I don’t stop until her body falls relaxed back to the bed.
Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I move over her. My hands are braced on both sides of her head. I’m holding my weight off her, giving her time to catch her breath, and I don’t want to crush her.
Finally her eyes flutter open. “Hi,” she whispers shyly.
“Hi.” I grin. I love the fact that I can put her in this blissed-out state. “You good?”
“I’m great.” She reaches between us and grips my cock. “Let me help you with this,” she says, her voice dropping to a sexy rasp.
“No can do, baby. You asked me to make love to you, and that’s going to be a struggle as it is. If you put your mouth on me now, this is all going to be over before it starts.”
“I want more of you.”
“You have all of me.”
“Show me.” Moving her hand from my cock, she reaches for the strip of condoms, tearing off a small foil pack and handing it to me. There’s a slight tremble in her hands. Holding my weight with one arm, I take her hand and press a kiss on her palm.
“At any time you want to stop this, just tell me. I don’t care when. If you want to stop, we stop.”
“But won’t that… hurt?”
“Not near as much as the thought of hurting you will.”
“You won’t hurt me.” Her words are strong and confident, and I have one of those chest-beating moments again. My girl is using her voice. “I don’t have to worry about that with you.”
“Never with me,” I confirm.
Sitting back on my knees, I tear open the wrapper and slide it over my aching cock. I’m hard as stone, and I’m a big guy, so I hope I’ve done enough to prep her. The thought of hurting her in any way causes my chest to ache. I never want to be the man who causes her fear, pain, or tears. I just want to love her. I never knew this sappy lovesick side of me existed. In fact, I’m certain it didn’t until Ramsey walked into my life.