Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“I want you now,” I say, surprising myself.
I’ve only been with one other man, and not once did I tell him what I wanted in bed. I was just along for the ride—in every sense. But now that I know how deep loneliness can cut, I’m going to be brave and say what I want.
“Jesus, Kylie.” Pax presses a soft kiss to my thigh. “I’ve dreamed of you saying those words to me.”
“Do you want me, too?” I ask, because I need to hear him say it.
“More than I’ve ever wanted anything, baby. So goddamn much it hurts.”
He gets out of bed and goes to a walk-in closet, returning with a box of condoms. He rips the box open and I can’t help smiling.
“What?” he asks as he tears open a foil wrapper.
“I’m just happy it was a new box. I’d feel a certain way if you dumped out the last condom from a box of fifteen.”
He smiles back at me in the darkness. “I love your honesty.”
As he rolls the condom on, he makes a little noise of discomfort, and I bite my lip, concerned.
“Is it the right size?”
“Yeah, they’re the big ones. I’m just out of practice at this. It’s been almost a year. Sorry.”
He finishes and climbs on top of me, balancing on his knees and elbows as he lowers himself to kiss me. The butterflies in my stomach calm as I run my hands back into his hair and he kisses down my neck. Then he returns to my nipples, licking and grazing until I’m pushing my hips up, eager for more.
“Pax, I want you now. Don’t make me say it a third time,” I murmur.
A low sound of satisfaction sounds in his throat as he lines himself up at my entrance, his breath dancing against my earlobe as he says, “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
He pushes in a couple of inches, and it is absolute ecstasy. I open my legs wider, beckoning him to keep going, and he does, groaning as he sinks in a couple inches deeper.
“More,” I breathe.
It’s too much, though, and as soon as I protest at the pain, he pulls all the way out of me.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I assure him. “But embarrassed. I feel like a virgin.”
“Hey.” He brushes the hair back from my forehead. “Never be embarrassed with me.”
I smile. “I want you to fuck my brains out.”
“I don’t think we’re there yet,” he says, kissing my chin. “I think you need to be on top this time.”
He rolls off of me and onto his back, holding on to my hips and rolling me on top of him. I squeal as I land perfectly, straddling him.
“Okay, I can do this,” I say, more to myself than anything.
“I’ve got you, baby.” He lines himself up, making it easy for me to sink down onto him.
And again, the first several inches feel amazing, but then, “Ah. God, is there something wrong with me?”
“No, absolutely not. It’s just that my dick’s like the rest of me—bigger than average. It’s got nothing to do with you.”
“Maybe if I just take what I can, it’ll get better.”
I rock my hips, my body adjusting to his size. I’m trying to balance on my knees to keep from sinking all the way onto his footlong, though, and it’s awkward. I give up, moving off of him.
I sigh softly. “I’m sorry.”
He rubs his hand down my back. “Don’t apologize. Is it that you aren’t ready or”
“No, it’s just mechanics. Like I’m so out of practice that my body can’t…I don’t know.”
“Well, there’s no one I’d rather practice with,” he says, kissing my shoulder. “Lie back and relax.”
“No, I can’t…I mean, you can’t…”
“I can, though. Trust me.”
I open my mouth, closing it again immediately.
“What?” he asks gently.
“I’ve never gotten oral sex…that is what we’re talking about, right?”
There’s a beat of silence before he says, “Never?”
“No.”
“Lie back. I promise this will be good for you.”
Closing my eyes, I lie back. When I open my eyes, Pax is looking down at me, a smile playing on his lips.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he says, kissing me.
“Hey.”
He kisses my forehead, my cheeks, my chin, trying to get me to relax…and then my mouth again, his tongue doing a dance with mine that makes my heart race. One of his palms slides up my stomach to cup my breast, and I moan into his mouth, while his other hand slides down over my stomach and then…lower.
I gasp as he teases me, running his finger along my seam and inner thighs.
“Feel good?” he murmurs against my lips.
“Yes,” I manage, panting.
His mouth moves down my jawline to my neck, and when he slides the tip of his finger inside me, I moan and sink my fingertips into his back.
“So perfect, baby,” he says against my skin. “I love those little sounds you make.”