Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
So unexpected and yet, it feels so natural.
I hear the shower turn on, and I go to the mirror to stare at my reflection. My hair is a mess and my face is flushed. But other than that, I’m surprised I look the same when everything feels so different.
“Just finish packing, will you?” I whisper to myself. “Have your meltdown later.”
I get back to my jobs and tick things off my list. An hour later, I walk out into the living room to find Nathan lying on the couch, watching television. He has my big, fluffy blanket over him. He smiles over at me and flicks the blanket back as an invitation to lie in front of him.
Oh hell…. here we go.
I force a smile and climb in under his blanket. I face the television, and he wraps his arms around me from behind, dropping a kiss to my temple.
“What are we watching?” I whisper.
“The game.”
We lie for a while, and his hand slowly floats up and down my body. Goosebumps follow his fingers. He begins to kiss my neck, and my eyes close from the pleasure. His fingers roam up underneath my tank top and over my breasts, and I can feel his erection growing behind me as it presses into my behind. He rolls me onto my back, and instinctively, my legs open. His fingers drift over my panties, lowering down to my sex as his eyes hold mine.
Back and forth, back and forth, and I can feel myself getting wet as his kiss turns passionate. Our tongues thrash against each other’s.
We kiss and, as if he’s unable to help it, his hand goes down the front of my panties.
Oh God, this is it.
With his eyes locked on mine, his fingers slide through my wet, swollen sex, and his body clenches in appreciation.
“Fuck.” He moans in an unrecognisable voice.
I can feel his cock as it becomes nearly painful hard against my hip. He slides his thick fingers through my sex once more, and his mouth hangs open, as if he’s unable to control himself.
“Can I see?” he breathes. “I have to see.”
We pant as we stare at each other, and I nod, understanding where he’s coming from.
This is so new to him. He needs to see it with his eyes.
He sits up to lift my tank top over my head before he sits between my legs. He slowly slides my panties off over my hips and inhales heavily as his eyes roam over my sex in awe.
I close my eyes.
This is too much. The intimacy is just too much.
He lifts one of my legs and puts it up on the back of the couch, and then with his eyes locked on my sex, he slowly slides his fingers through my swollen lips.
“So wet,” he breathes.
I nod, unable to form a coherent sentence.
He slides them through again and then parts my lips. His eyes drink in every inch of me.
“Pink,” he murmurs to himself.
He pushes a finger inside me. His face scrunches up as he experiences the feeling for the very first time.
I put my hand on his forearm to bring him back to the here and now, and his eyes rise to meet mine. I smile softly, hoping he can feel my love.
He pulls his finger out and then slides it in again deeper. I moan as I arch my back in appreciation. “That’s it,” I pant.
His eyes widen, and as if spurred on by my arousal, he pushes in another finger as his eyes darken.
Oh….so good.
I’m writhing beneath him, wanting everything that he can give me and then without warning, he drops his head and kisses my inner thigh.
My breath catches as I wait.
He drops lower and lower, and then kisses me on the sex with an open mouth. His eyes close in reverence, and his tongue peeks out as he softly licks me there.
I can’t breathe.
He licks me again, this time with more purpose. Looking down at him between my legs is too much, and I shudder.
No… don’t you dare come!
He really goes to town. His tongue swirls deeper and deeper and I scrunch the couch between my fingers as I moan out loud. He’s all in. His whiskers begin to burn my sex. He’s like a man starved, and he really begins to eat me as if he’s been waiting all his life to do this.
No… no… no.
My back buckles off the sofa, and I cry out as I come in a rush.
“Fuuuuuck.” He lets out a guttural groan as he slides his fingers back in deeper and begins to work me. Without warning, he rises above me and pulls his dick out over the top of his boxer shorts, and with a jerk of his hand, he comes all over my stomach.
We pant, both gasping for air as we stare at each other. Goosebumps scatter over my skin.