Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
She shook her head. “I’m not tired. I don’t hurt when you touch me. Kiss me, Marcus. Kiss me, pl—”
I swooped in, covering her mouth with mine and cutting off her plea. She parted her lips for me, and I took full advantage, gathering her up in my arms and kissing her with all the passion and frustration I had been living with. I delved inside her hot mouth, tasting her fully, exploring the ridges and smoothness of her. Stroking my tongue along hers, flicking it on the roof of her mouth, kissing her deeper and deeper until we were both groaning and lost in desire. I slipped my hands under the loose shirt she wore, finally touching the soft skin on her back, gliding my fingers along her spine, cupping her ass, sitting up and pulling her over my thighs, never breaking the possession of her mouth. She gripped my neck, clutched at my shoulders, and kissed me back with her own fury.
I broke away, pressing my forehead to hers. “We have to stop.”
“No, we don’t.”
I cupped her face. “If I don’t stop kissing you, I’ll have you naked and under me in one minute. I’ll be inside you in ten. I’m wound too tight, sweetheart.”
“Ten?” she whispered, running her fingers along my jaw and following the trail with her lips. “I’m ready now.”
“I can’t take you like that your first time.”
She bit my ear. “Maybe I want it like that.”
“You’re—”
She pulled back. “Don’t you dare say I’m hurt or I don’t know what I’m saying. I am in perfect control here, Marcus. I want you. I want you so much I ache with it. Stop denying me. Stop denying yourself.” Her voice dropped. “Make me yours.”
“I—”
She shook her head. “You won’t hurt me.” She canted her head to the side, her fingers restless on my skin. “You would never hurt me.”
With a groan, I gave in. In seconds, our clothing was discarded, and our bodies pressed tightly together. I kissed and explored her. She was silk under my fingers. I caressed her with my hands and my mouth. Discovered her dips and hollows. Soothed the marks and bruises lingering on her skin with my touch. Returned over and again to her mouth—achingly sweet when it kissed me, as opposed to the snarky tone she liked to fling my way when speaking. Despite her bravado, I knew this was a huge step for her. I wanted her ready. As desperate for me as I was for her. I worshipped and loved her until she was pleading. Until her wandering hands pulled me down and her breathless voice begged me. I grabbed a condom from the drawer, rolling it on, then I slipped my fingers between us, finding her silken wetness, stroking her clit softly at first, then harder as she began to shake, her hips lifting, her body seeking more. I slid one finger inside her, groaning at her heat, the tightness of her.
“You are going to feel so good around me, sweetheart,” I murmured. “So tight.” I added another finger, and she gasped, arching off the bed, her muscles clamping on my digits.
“Jesus,” I whispered, working her until she came. Her eyes widened, and she gasped my name, grabbing my shoulders and crying out. I settled between her legs, sinking into her before she had come down, holding her tightly until she relaxed under me, her hips beginning to undulate again, seeking what she wanted. Me. I began to move, easing out, then sliding back in, a smile of satisfaction on my face when she moaned in pleasure. Slowly, we built our rhythm, her body moving with mine, her eyes closed in pleasure.
“Look at me,” I commanded, waiting until her green eyes were locked with mine. “I want to see your eyes when you come around me.”
“It’s so… I’ve never… Marcus. Oh God, Marcus, I can’t—”
“You can,” I told her. “You’re going to come again on my cock. And again later. You’re going to come so often, you won’t even know your name. All you’ll remember is me.”
I hovered over her mouth, our lips almost touching. “The only one you will ever know is me.”
She wrapped her legs around me, tilting her hips and changing the angle. Her body trembled and she whimpered, orgasming hard, and coaxing mine from me. I buried my face in her neck, groaning out my release, coming for what felt like hours, not seconds.
Regretfully, I slid from her, my body protesting at being separated from her. I got rid of the condom, bringing back a warm cloth, and cleaned her, trying not to chuckle at the pinkness of her cheeks at the new intimacy. I tossed the cloth in the hamper and lifted the covers, sliding her under and joining her.
I was surprised when she pulled on my arm, tugging my head to her chest. I listened to her rapid heartbeat, my arm draped across her. Her breathing was still ragged.