Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
His worry for me in this situation was all I ever wanted in a man.
Someone to make sure that I was taken care of.
Did he know yet what that question meant to me?
Though he hadn’t shown any outward signs of having read my journal, the dark circles underneath his eyes told me a different story.
I nodded, my lips brushing up and down against his as I did.
“Okay,” he breathed. “Then let’s do this.”
I wasn’t sure what I expected after that, but making out more wasn’t it.
I loved it, though.
Slow, deepening kisses. Short, quick, wet ones. Sips of his lips against my own. A tongue ran along my lips here. A brush of his thumb against my bottom one there.
Needless to say, I was more than ready to move on to the next step when he pulled away and reversed our positions.
His large, muscular thigh wedged between mine, and he pushed me farther into the bed as he ground his erection between my splayed thighs.
“Are you sure, sure?” he asked as he pulled back and looked at me with heartbreaking eyes.
Ones that told me that he did, indeed, read at least some of what had happened to me.
His caution was endearing.
“Yes,” I promised. “More than sure.”
So he moved slowly, gently taking me out of my shirt. Then my underwear. Followed shortly by him removing his own shirt.
He left the underwear and sweats in place, though.
When he would’ve moved to me, likely still taking it slow, I inwardly groaned.
“Fair’s fair,” I said as I watched the soft sweats move down his hips.
Then there was his erection, straining the front of his underwear.
I couldn’t help but stare at it as I helped him pull those sweats all the way off and toss them to the floor beside the bed.
My belly filled with butterflies as he once again fitted himself into the curve of my hips, grinding his erection into me while simultaneously watching me for any signs of a freak out.
God, was it too early to say that I loved him?
He moved then, kissing my collarbone and throat, skipping down a bit farther to where my bra cups still covered my breasts. He teased me, running his tongue just above the plain white cotton line of my bra.
“I hate bras,” he grumbled, teasingly pulling just the top down enough to see the light, dusky brown of my areola.
“Same,” I concurred. “If it wasn’t for some reason frowned upon to show nipples underneath your t-shirt, I’d be bare all the time. Bras are terrible. They dig in all the wrong spots, cause back fat, and pretty much are the bane of every woman’s existence.”
He grinned against my breast, then caused me to squeal when he all but ripped my bra in half.
I gasped when the bra cups gave way, fabric rendered, and my breasts flopped free.
I wasn’t the biggest in the world.
Not the smallest.
But definitely the most mediocre there was.
Once they’d settled their jiggling, he cupped them in each of the biggest palms I’d ever seen and buried his face between them.
“I’ve been thinking about doing this since I saw your nipples pebbled at the diner,” he murmured.
“We need to talk about something important,” he said to my breasts.
I squirmed when his lips brushed against one distended nipple.
“Wh-what’s that?” I wondered.
I felt him smile.
Felt. Him. Smile.
“It’s of the utmost importance,” he said as he pulled back, going up onto his knees in front of me.
I watched as he readjusted his dick in his tight ass black underwear.
My eyes went to his stomach.
He had abs.
As in, eight of them.
Then there was this line on both sides of his groin. The kind that only men who tried really hard had. Or were genetically blessed.
“Are you listening to me, darlin’?” he asked, interrupting my contemplation of his abs.
What would it look like if…
“Up here,” Hannibal said.
I hooked my thumbs into my underwear, then shoved them down as far as I could before his knees stopped their descent.
He was momentarily distracted by the sight of my vagina.
I didn’t shave.
I’d never had a reason to do it. I didn’t like the way it felt when I did it myself and I certainly wasn’t going to allow someone I barely knew get down there.
But the way he looked at me made me want to reconsider.
Made me want to be bare so I could experience what it would feel like to have his hard cock delving between my bare lips…
“Baby,” he groaned. “If you don’t pay attention to me, we’re going to go further than we should without having this talk first.”
I ran my tongue along my teeth. “Yes?”
He moved back so that he could rid me of my underwear, then stared for a moment longer before saying, “God, I want to slide my cock between those wet lips.”
I wanted him to do that, too.