Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
He sat back on his heels, pulling away but not leaving me. My legs were draped over his thighs, and he refused to let me close them.
“What?” I looked up at him, confused. Then I started. “Did I say that out loud?”
He grinned down at me. “Yeah, baby girl. You did.”
“What I meant was I never thought I’d like it. I don’t like being restrained, but this is… different.”
Ringo smiled, moving so that he could remove my boots but still had his hips wedged between my legs. Very slowly, Ringo lowered himself back on top of me fully. I whimpered but tightened my arms and legs around him to hold him close. I shivered, sweat erupting over my skin. My breath came in ragged gasps. And the guy had barely touched me!
“You OK, baby girl?”
All I could do was nod, my fingers tightening and releasing around his shirt. I was nervous and scared and excited and so fucking turned on! All at the same time.
“Nervous?”
I let out a small nervous laugh. “Yeah. A little.”
Ringo smiled down at me, kissing my lips tenderly before responding. “Nervous is OK. Means you care about what’s about to happen and I want you to care. I want you to expect I’ll make this good for you. So lie back and let me pleasure you, baby girl. You don’t have to think about anything other than telling me if you don’t like something.”
“You’ll stop?” I hated the vulnerability in my voice, but this man was stripping me bare, figuratively. Soon he’d be doing it literally. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. I wanted him to show me more, to take me higher, but he’d expose my every flaw. I also wasn’t sure I was strong enough to stop him, even if I was unsure of what he was doing.
“I will.” He tilted his head looking at me intently. “Always.” His gaze narrowed. “Don’t think so hard, baby girl. Nothing happens you don’t want or aren’t ready for.”
“How can you tell if I’m ready for something?”
“I’ll know because I’m watching you. Paying attention to your reactions. You’re scared but eager right now. I want you to embrace what we do together.”
“You… you won’t be mad if I need to stop?”
“Honey. No. Never. I’ll stop and talk to you. You’ll tell me what you didn’t like, and I’ll make it better or we’ll try something different. The only wrong thing to do is to not speak up if you’re uncomfortable. For any reason.” He gave me a wicked grin that made my pussy quiver with need. “Then I’ll find a way to make it better for you.”
My heart pounded in my chest as Ringo’s words sank in. I didn’t want him to stop, but I was more than a little nervous. In a way, the nerves made me want him even more. It was a confusing mix of emotions and desires, but I trusted him. I nodded slowly, taking a deep breath to calm myself. “Okay,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Ringo smiled reassuringly, his warm lips brushing against mine gently before trailing down my jawline again. He nipped at my earlobe, sending tingles down my spine, and then soothed it with gentle kisses. “You taste fucking delicious,” he murmured against my skin. “Like sin and sweetness all rolled into one.”
One hand traveled up my thigh to my hip and the waistband of my jeans. With a gentle tug, he undid the button, then the zip. He urged my hips up so he could slide the soft denim over my ass and down my legs. I wasn’t wearing panties since I hadn’t gone through what the women had brought me, so this was the moment.
Ringo looked down at me and his nostrils flared. A predator eying his prey. “So fuckin’ gorgeous.” His words sounded more for himself than for me. I drank them up, though. Like a man just emerging from the desert being handed a glass of ice water.
Ringo tugged his shirt off impatiently, never taking his gaze from my body. His hands rubbed slowly up my thighs before scraping down with a light abrasion to my knees.
Unable to help myself, I arched my back, crying out. His gaze was firmly on my pussy. I felt a trickle of moisture leaking out and Ringo’s gaze got heavy-lidded, and a satisfied smile parted his lips.
“Oh, yeah, baby girl. So responsive. You like that, don’t you?”
“Ringo…” I gasped out his name on a surprised breath.
Slowly, he lay back on top of me, his belly over my mound. I canted my hips, needing friction between my legs. He threaded his fingers through my hair and kissed me again, letting his tongue slide inside my mouth with lazy strokes.
I melted under his kiss, but little zings of pleasure also made me tense convulsively. It was almost too much. Overstimulation in the extreme.