Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
That was what I’d wanted for tonight, but I wasn’t sure why I’d ever thought we needed something extra to make it special. Simply being in the same room with Jonas was special. The way he made me feel was special. He looked at me like I was the unveiling of a new dirt bike model, and he couldn’t wait to discover all my bells and whistles. But deeper than that, he made it safe to share secrets and worries, and he made me feel understood on a very basic level.
That was special. What we’d found here together these last few months was special.
“Can I show you something?” Jonas whispered as he readjusted our positions so he was spooning me from behind.
“Yeah.” I tensed, though, more of those weird nerves as his cock brushed the crease of my ass.
“Relax.” He kissed the back of my neck and stroked my chest and abs. “No penetration. Just holding you like this and moving together.”
He shifted so his cock was between my thighs and he was holding me closer than I’d ever been before. A light, airy feeling took hold of my insides.
“Oh, I like this.” I exhaled into his embrace, relaxing fully against him. His arms were strong and sure, biceps flexing around me, thick thighs bracketing mine, sturdy torso giving me something to lean into. “It might be my new favorite.”
“Mine too.” He teased my earlobe with his tongue, making me shiver, but I was hardly cold, not with a warm, wonderful man behind me and covers over me. I was as comfortable as I could ever remember being.
Over the last few weeks, Jonas holding me had become a sort of guilty pleasure—something I adored but also felt vaguely weird about how much I craved it. However, there was nothing weird or guilty about this. Letting him hold me and enjoying it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
And when he snaked his hand down my front to grasp my cock, all I could do was moan. All my guy friends liked to talk about coming. Nutting. Getting their rocks off. They made it sound like orgasm was the only point of sex, but with Jonas, the point, the entire point, was how he made me feel inside.
Yes, I was going to come, embarrassingly quick, but this kind of sex was about as far from jerking off alone as one could get. I wanted to come, not to take something as mine but rather as something we shared together.
He’d either spit on his cock or found some lotion because his cock was slick as it slid between my thighs.
“Squeeze your legs tighter.” Jonas moaned low as soon as I did, which made me want to do it again. I rested my uninjured foot on my walking boot, as close to crossing my legs as I could get. “Oh, that’s good. Perfect.”
“Yes. Jonas.” I wasn’t sure what I wanted. Something entirely too big and scary welled up in my chest, words I couldn’t think, let alone say. I wanted him. Needed him. And if he stopped stroking my cock and thrusting against me, I might cry. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t, baby. I won’t,” he promised. With his free hand, he flicked one of my sensitive nipples.
“That.” I moaned, head tipping back onto his shoulder. Our faces rubbed together, as close as the rest of us. I turned my head to demand a kiss, and he was right there, waiting for me. Perfection.
“Can you come, baby?” His voice was gruff. Good lord, I would have given him anything he asked for in that rough tone.
“Yes. Yes. Harder.” I wanted to feel his strength moving against me, his power, all tempered by his care for me and how he held me so preciously. Each hard thrust between my legs sent a jolt of pleasure up my balls and carried me that much closer to the edge. The tighter he held me, the more he growled, the faster he stroked, and the more urgently he moved, the more I thrilled to it.
If he hadn’t been holding me, I would have floated away somewhere up by the crown molding or over the fireplace. But he was holding me, and everything was right with my world. We’d long since kicked the blankets free, but our bodies and the fire provided all the warmth we needed.
The fire crackled, and Jonas pinched my nipple. Pleasure jolted through my body. Ignition. My body tensed, back arching into him, and he moaned like he was also on the edge. Go. Knowing he was right there with me was all the gate drop I needed to come. Boom. Done. Let’s go racing.
Jonas came too, between my legs, sticky and thick, our come mingling as we breathed in frantic unison.
“God, that was good,” Jonas said sometime later.