Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
It was me who got too impatient, who couldn’t endure any more torment.
So I folded forward, pressing a kiss to the center of his chest, then blazed a path down his stomach, showing him the same slow torment that he’d been showing me.
His muscles twitched under the touch as I kept moving lower until I met the waistband of his underwear.
Drawing it down, I freed his cock, then went ahead and took my time with him there as well.
Running my tongue up and down his length, teasing over the head, but refusing to give him my mouth until his body felt like it was vibrating with need, until his hands were digging into my shoulders.
Then and only then did I suck him into my mouth, taking him deep, feeling his hips buck up into me.
Still, I went slow.
Dragging it out.
Making his breathing get fast and uneven.
Making his fingers crush my skull with his need for more.
Then his hands were grabbing my ponytail, pulling back until his cock slid out from between my lips.
His free hand moved out, his thumb tracing under my lower lip for a second.
Then I was moving, being pushed flat onto my back as his body came over mine, his lips running down my neck, over my clavicle, down between my breasts, then over my stomach.
He paused to sit back, removing my panties without ripping them for a change, then lowering himself down between my thighs, his lips pressing a kiss to my inner thigh before his tongue finally slid up my cleft, making a hard shiver rack my system as he found my clit and started to work it.
I almost immediately started to regret teasing him as he did the same to me, driving me up slowly, refusing to let me get to that edge I so badly needed to free fall from.
“Slash, please,” I pleaded, my hands pulling at his head, trying to pull him over me, guide him inside, give me some relief from the clawing ache growing in my core. “Slash,” I whined again, writhing restlessly against him. “Strauss,” I tried, feeling his body stiffen, then relax, at the sound of his real name as he lifted, as he slowly came over me, sealing his lips to mine as his weight pressed down into me.
I felt the hardness of him, shifting my weight to feel his cock press against my cleft, then writhing against him as he deepened the kiss.
It went on like that for what felt like hours, days, lifetimes before Slash’s weight finally shifted, and I felt the head of his cock pressing against me, then slowly sliding in, inch by thick inch.
His lips pulled from mine to watch my face as he buried deep, and despite having had him inside of me countless times before, there was just something different about this time.
Not just because it was the first time without anything between us. Though, yes, there was that. A heightened sensation, a more innate closeness.
It was a first for me, something I never would have let happen before. But neither of us had been seeing anyone else. And I was on the Pill since I was a teenager. It was fine. Safe.
More than that, it was right.
God, nothing had ever felt quite so right.
Judging by the sort of surprised, heated look on Slash’s face, he felt the same.
“Please,” I whimpered, my hands sliding over his shoulders as my thighs pressed up to his sides. “Please move,” I tried again.
And that time, he seemed to break out of the spell of that moment, his hips sliding back, then surging inside of me.
Slow.
Deep.
Making me feel more aware of each inch of him than ever before.
We’d done this countless times. I’d felt him in so many different ways.
Yet this was somehow new.
Different.
More intimate.
My hands went to the sides of Slash’s face, pulling him back down to me, sealing my lips to his as he continued to move inside of me, driving us up so slowly it was almost painful, yet neither of us seemed inclined to change the pace.
It wasn’t until I felt my walls starting to tighten around him that Slash lifted his head, looking down at me with heavy-lidded, heated eyes as he drove me right to that edge, then sent me falling over.
The orgasm seemed to start at the base of my spine and work its way outward until it overtook me completely, making my back arch and my thighs shake and his name to cry out from between my lips.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he hissed, his hips rocking into me through it before planting deep, his body tightening as he came, hissing out my name.
I can’t say how long we stayed like that afterward.
His body pressing mine deep into the mattress. My arms and legs wrapped tightly around him. His body still inside mine.