Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Uh-huh.” Like I was going to deny him that. I was dying for his touch, and a sound like I’d taken a fist to the gut escaped my lungs as he explored and touched. He had calluses in different places than mine, a musician’s long elegant fingers, and each stroke made me groan anew.
I kept my grip on his cock, but we kept bumping wrists and laughing in between moans and more kissing and touching.
“Here, let me show you something...” Gently, I moved his hand aside so I could take both our cocks in my grasp.
“Fuck.” His back bowed against my other hand, the tension in his muscles as sexy as the feel of his cock against mine. “That. Oh.”
The note of wonder in his voice thrilled something primal in me. “Something new?”
“Yeah.” A shudder rippled through his torso before he rocked up into my grip. “So much better than my imagination.”
“Mine too. Kiss me again.” Using my free hand, I hauled him in for another kiss, delving deeply as I stroked us both. He braced his hands against my shoulders, keeping me close, like there was any chance of me escaping. Kissing me back, he made needy little noises that went straight to my cock.
“Wait.” Breaking free, he panted against my cheek.
“What?” I stilled my hand as he made a pained grunt.
“Too close.” A tremor raced up his back, right under my palm. Seeing him right on the edge like that had my own muscles trembling.
“It’s okay.” Kissing his cheek softly, I made a soothing noise. Honestly, I was surprised we’d both lasted this long considering all the build-up we’d had. “I wanna make you come.”
“Not yet. Not ready for it to be over.” Even as he shook his head, his body kept surging up to meet my fist. “There’s so much more I want to try.”
Lord, he was going to kill me. Or get me off first, simply from thinking about his wish list.
“We’ve got time,” I promised. “Trust me that I’m way too worked up to do anything else justice right now.”
He felt too damn good in my arms to think about letting go. It was self-indulgent of me, but I desperately wanted to get him off like this where I could watch his face when he came. Also, simply touching him was so intense that I was a little worried that anything more might ruin me for all future sex. Hell, this might be enough to do the job on its own. No other kisses could live up to these.
“Want you to go too. This does it for you?” Eyes drifting shut again, he tensed as I sped up my hand.
“You do it for me.” This time when I tried to kiss him, he let me, meeting me eagerly.
“Fuck. That feels...”
“So good.” I wanted to watch him, but my own eyes kept closing from how damn good this felt.
“Think I’m gonna...” That awe was back in his voice and it was almost enough to push me over first, but I clenched my back muscles, holding it off even as I urged him on.
“Do it.”
“Want you to come too. Please.”
“I will. Promise.” So many promises, both silent and spoken, ones I couldn’t seem to help from offering up. Each promise added up, pulled me further down the path to a dangerous entanglement, but hell if I could stop. Not right then especially, as my hand had stopped listening to my brain, moving faster and faster.
“Oh. That.” His moan was part surprise, part surrender, and utterly intoxicating as he came all over my fist. The first spurt hit my stomach, the warmth all it took to shred the last of my control.
“Fuck.” My hips bucked as all that tension I’d been holding back released, the wave of relief so intense I forgot to watch his face, so caught up in my own pleasure. And his. I reveled in the way he clung to me, the way he panted and laughed softly as we both drifted back down. I kissed him over and over because I couldn’t not, because sharing this felt so good.
“How do you do that?” He shook his head when I finally slowed the kissing. “You practically came on command. Damn. That’s impressive.”
“Practice.” I chuckled.
“Well, duh.” A blush spread across his cheeks.
“I didn’t mean with another person. More like I’ve spent so much time with my right hand that I’m pretty good at timing it.”
“You are good at waiting.” Groaning, he grabbed his discarded shirt to wipe both our hands and stomachs.
“But it was worth it?” Tilting my head, I considered him carefully. I didn’t only mean how I’d kept him waiting the last two days. If that was his first time coming with someone else, I hoped it was at least as memorable for him as it was for me.