Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
And he didn’t at the same goddamn time.
Anton’s hands found her trim waist, holding tight to keep her in place so she wouldn’t climb over on him again. His control would go if she did.
“I wanted to say goodbye before morning,” Viviana said.
When she shivered, Anton wrapped the blanket tighter around her.
“I’m not cold.”
But he was warm as hell and her wandering hands, teasing around the waist band of his cotton sleep pants were enough to say she wasn’t going to stop at kissing him. Not tonight. Anton didn’t know what to do, but he knew what he wanted.
“Me, either.”
His hands skipped along the hem of her tank top. “Can I?”
“Say it again.”
“Say what?”
“My name.”
Anton grinned, he couldn’t help it. “Viviana.”
“Now you can.”
He took his time, exploring every single inch of her olive toned skin he exposed in the dark quiet of the room. She rolled to her back and he went with her, fitting himself between her thighs with Russian murmuring heavily on his mouth.
She still tasted like saltwater on his tongue when he lapped at the contours of her bare stomach. No amount of showers got that shit off you.
She also tasted a little bit like weed and a lot like his bed.
There was her, too.
A lot of her.
Anton’s fingers skimmed the curves of her bare breasts, feeling skin pebble under his touch as she sighed into the bed.
“Good?”
“So good.”
“Scared?”
“Not of you.”
Good.
He didn’t know how to hurt her.
“Push up.”
Viviana did as he demanded and Anton pulled her cotton shorts down to her ankles before taking them off completely. He couldn’t see her well in the dark, but he could feel her. Her sex was smooth under his touch, and hot. The moment he ghosted his fingers over her folds, Viviana twisted into the bed.
“Don’t be nervous. I won’t hurt you.”
“It will hurt,” she whispered.
“At first. We don’t have to do—”
“I want to.”
And she always got what she wanted.
Shakily, Anton let the breath he’d been holding out as skidded lower in the bed. Viviana’s legs widened for him, like instinct, he supposed. His mouth came down on the flesh above the hood of her clit, striking out to taste her skin as his finger slipped between her folds. One at first, feeling the tightness of her channel snug to his digit. As wetness coated his finger and she mewled into the bedsheets, he thrust in a second, spreading them slightly on the withdrawal.
All the while, he kept kissing her silky skin, learning her sounds and the way she felt. Feeling her body give in to his and the way she squirmed the more she liked it.
“I don’t ...”
Her breathless words confirmed what he already knew. She’d not orgasmed before this and she didn’t know what was happening to her own body.
“Don’t fight that feeling ... it’s like a tightness in your stomach and a pressure in your back. Let it build, that’s what it’s supposed to do, baby.”
“So good,” she breathed.
“It’ll get better. Don’t fight it.”
It took another minute of his hushed reassurances for her to give up the control blocking her mind. Anton felt it the moment it washed over her and he withdrew his fingers before climbing back up her body.
Viviana’s mouth tasted like hot candy on his after her orgasm. Like she couldn’t get enough and her hands couldn’t touch enough of him. He let push his cotton pants down around his hips, freeing his erection to the space between their bodies. Her movements allowed the softness of her skin to rub against his cock in the best way.
“It is going to hurt,” he said.
“At first,” Viviana echoed.
“I’m sorry for that.”
“I know.”
Anton didn’t feel an urge to push her into the bed and fuck her crazy. Not like he had for any other female he’d been with. She wasn’t the same and God knew she deserved so much more than that nonsense.
“I don’t have condoms,” Anton said, feeling stupid for not having mentioned it earlier.
“I’m on birth control.”
Anton stilled. “Why?”
“Some girls need it to regulate or help their cycles. In other words, none of your damn business.”
Anton laughed. “Okay.”
“Please stop stalling.”
“Okay,” he repeated.
Viviana kept his gaze when he entered her slow. She was so fucking tight around Her walls flexed around his length and held tight, like she was bearing down on him. He watched her teeth clench and her jaw tense, tears welling before they fell.
“Shhh,” he hushed when a cry pushed past her thinly drawn lips.
Anton caught her mouth with his own as his cock bottomed out in her core. He let her whine, her hands fisting to his chest as the initial wisps of pain took over.
“Relax.”
Viviana nodded. “It’s not so bad, just ...”
“What?”
“Full,” she whispered. “I feel so filled.”
“Mmm, you are.”
“Move, please.”
“Sure?”
“Yeah, God, move ... please.”
Using his thumbs, he wiped away the tears gathering at the corners of her eyes.