Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Which includes fisting my fingers in his hair.
Hank isn’t fazed by it. He’s wholly dedicated to lapping at my sex, making me hotter and pushing me higher for him, making me grind my hips against him. The pent-up ecstasy in me is a chaotic mess and I’m crying out louder and louder as I struggle to cope with all that's being done to me.
His eagerness only grows, his smile visible even as his tongue is doing such wonderful work. I can’t help but cry out louder and louder for him.
My heart pounds, and my entire being is consumed with the fires of pleasure. I cry out at the top of my lungs, suddenly damn glad we waited until we had a place of our own before doing this. I don’t think I could look at anyone in the eyes the next morning if I thought they heard the sounds I’m making tonight.
But damn, it feels so good as it pulses over me, radiating through me again and again, causing me to cry out so loud.
I lie flat on the mattress, a sweaty, happy mess that he has made.
But this isn’t just about me. I sit up, eying him up and down. I lick my lips as I look at him, and more directly, his cock, throbbing hard and pointing right at me. “That was really something, Hank, but I think I deserve a chance to show my appreciation too.”
“I’m not going to tell you no, babe. I’m never going to tell you no.”
I chuckle lightly as I slide onto my knees before him and grab hold of his throbbing, needy cock. I lick my lips, making my intention exactly clear. A good, long-lasting relationship is never one-sided. Both people involved bring everything they can to the table to please their lover in the bedroom and outside of it.
If he gave me his best head, it’s only fair I give him my best. Like him, I’m not completely oblivious. I have a rough idea of the general mechanics of everything, but I’m going at him with the eagerness of someone who wants to learn to please him above all else.
Wrapping my fingers around his length, I look up at him eagerly as I caress him, surprised at how hard and warm he feels beneath my fingers. He shudders, and I feel a bit powerful having his cock in my hands. I’m in control of this, I can do whatever I want, he trusts me this much. He wants me this much.
My tender touch goes up and down his length, letting him shudder beneath me. I lean in closer, planting a kiss on the head of his cock, and teasing him a bit with my tongue. He only smiles in response, and I press my exploration of him further. I lick down his shaft, up his shaft, and down again, this time twisting my tongue around him a bit. Going to his balls, so big and heavy, teasing me with their contents. We’ve rushed into so much already. Are we planning on rushing into making a family too?
I feel strangely okay with that fact. Love does things to you, and I’m on board with the roller coaster of emotions that's certain to be my life with Hank.
Facing his cock, I open wide, encapsulating all of him. His pleasant groan is music to my ears, and I enjoy trying to make him groan louder as I take his cock deeper and deeper until I’m taking all of him, which honestly impresses me. Looking at it, and thinking about what I can fit in my mouth, it really shouldn’t have worked. Just another wonderful surprise of my time with Hank, I suppose.
Getting him good and ready to take me, I bob my head up and down his cock, setting a steady pace of pleasing him, hearing his moans and groans become more frequent and ecstatic as I push on. I’m a sexual goddess when I hear him struggle against coming, knowing that his release is completely in my power. I love it.
But I know he wants something more. And I want that too.
“Hold up, hold up,” he says, hurriedly pulling his cock away. “I want you, bad, Fig. And if you keep doing that I’m going to explode all over your face.”
“Would that be so bad?”
“No. It wouldn’t. But we’ve been so old-fashioned about a lot of this, I think we should consummate our marriage with something… a tad more traditional.”
I laugh. “Are you afraid of spilling your seed on the ground?”
“Believe me, I want to spill my seed anywhere and everywhere as long as it’s with you. I want to do things to you that would make the pastor never be able to look either of us in the eye again. But for tonight? I just want to feel you around me when I cum, girl. And I want you to be there with me, screaming my name as I fill you wholly with everything you make me feel.”