Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
As he kissed her, nipping at her tongue, licking her lips, he began to touch her as he had in past nights, in his warm, possessive way. She always felt instant heat build in the middle parts of her body, a tension that responded to his touch, whether it was firm or soft, teasing or pinching. He ran fingertips along the outside of her thigh, drawing up her nightgown as he went. He pulled her close, closer, kneading her hip, then her sensitive, recently spanked bottom.
She sighed into his mouth as he slid his hand up her back, tracing her spine. He left her lips to kiss her throat, her shoulders. She arched for him, making herself more open to his caresses and murmuring his name as he nipped at her neck.
“You torment me,” he said, speaking over her distracted murmurs. “You’re merciless.”
No, she thought. I’m brave. She massaged his nape, feeling the tension there, the hard muscles. She pushed fingers into his thick, dark hair and grasped the back of his head, as if to guide him for another kiss, but he was the one in charge, the one whose kisses and fingers held her in thrall.
She felt his cock against her then, like something in a heated dream. It was thick. Solid. It didn’t surprise or frighten her; she’d felt it before. But now, unlike before, he guided it against her quim’s very opening, as if to impress its weight and girth upon her.
I know, August, I know. I won’t blame you if it hurts.
She reached to caress his cock because it seemed the right thing to do. She caressed it often when she kissed it, but now he drew back with a growl.
“Don’t make me lose control,” he said.
“Oh. I didn’t mean to.”
“Let me touch you instead.”
He let out the breath he seemed to hold and slid his fingers between her legs, just where he usually kissed and licked her, and made her tremble. She trembled now, astonished as ever at the way his touch could be so light, yet cause so much delectable sensation. He kissed her lips, and she meant to kiss him back, but she moaned instead at an especially effective caress.
“My goodness, that feels…”
“Good?” he asked.
“Remarkable. How do you know just how…how to touch me?”
“By the way you respond.” She felt his lips curve against hers. “You tell me exactly how…and where… Your body does, anyway. I sense it, just as you sense things.”
That explained why he was so adept at exciting her, as if he lived in her body and could feel what she felt. While she pondered this new and interesting knowledge, he shifted so his cock was even closer to her, poking right between her legs.
Would the hurt come now? She stiffened without meaning to. He made a soft, quelling sound, a comforting shhh. She closed her eyes as his cock parted her down there, prodding her, pushing forward the slightest bit. It didn’t hurt, not yet. She was slick between her legs, wet and hot to ease the movement. She felt disappointment when he pulled away.
“It’s all right,” she said.
“Shh. Wait. Let me…” His voice broke off, as if he were pained.
She felt his thumb on her spot again, stroking and circling, and then a fingertip pressed to her opening, just where he’d prodded her a moment ago. With agonizing slowness, he pushed the finger into her, going deep. She squirmed at the unfamiliar fullness. Merely one finger, yet it felt so large. Once it was seated all the way inside her, he withdrew it.
“Breathe, Elizabeth,” he reminded her, then pressed it in again.
She breathed—shakily—then sighed as he drew some of her wetness across her sensitive button. He slid his thumb over that magical nubbin while pressing his finger deeper still. It felt intensely good, good enough that her hips arched in concert with the movement, drawing another growl from August. But her courage flagged, for she felt full inside already, uncomfortably so, and his cock was larger than his finger. Much larger.
“How does that feel?” he asked. “Open your eyes, love. Look at me.”
She obeyed, meeting his gaze, but couldn’t really explain how it felt. It felt intimate. It felt exciting, but also vulnerable and bizarre. Still, her body craved more. Her hips arched of their own accord, moving upon his thick finger each time he inserted it.
“Will I be big enough?” she asked. “For you to push inside me?” She hated that she sounded nervous. It was just so much.
“You’ll be big enough.” He sounded like he was convincing himself. “I’ll go slow in the beginning. No matter what, I’ll go slow.”
“I trust you,” she said, gripping his shoulders.
He made a rough sound in his throat that was not at all reassuring as he withdrew his finger and positioned his cock against her opening.