Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 42889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
“Don’t stop,” I manage to say. “I want more.”
Carson’s eyes grow darker. “You’re getting more. But are you ready for it?”
“Yes,” I whisper, nodding. The blindfold worked like a charm— with one orgasm out of the way, I feel emboldened, eager to let Carson move on without worry. He looks satisfied with my answer, then moves to the end of the bed. He finishes sliding my panties off my legs, then reaches up, unzips the side of my skirt, and pulls it down as well. I’m naked from the waist down when he’s finished. I’m about to sit up and help remove my top when he stops me.
“Wait,” he says, and then gets back on the bed, kneeling beside me. He positions his fingers at the entrance to my pussy, the touch causing me to whimper in pleasure. He meets my eyes, then slides his other arm underneath my upper body, easing me forward. As I sit up, his fingers press at my entrance; when I’m halfway to sitting, his pointer finger pushes inside me.
My eyes widen— his fingers, like the rest of him, are large, and while there’s no pain I can feel myself tighten around him. He continues to ease me upward, pushing deeper inside of me as he does so. When I’m sitting upright, I spread my legs a bit more and rock my hips forward so he gets a bit deeper. Carson rubs at the inside of my pussy, and that lightheaded, drunken feeling returns, though not so strongly that I can’t lift my arms up as he uses his free hand to tug my shirt up and over my head. He removes his finger from me in order to unclasp my bra, which he does slowly and carefully, like he doesn’t want to spill something very precious. He groans as he slides my bra off my shoulders and my breasts come into view. I bite my lip, watching him appraise them.
“Astrid, sweetheart,” he says breathlessly. “I knew you had a perfect body underneath those clothes, but if I’d known you looked like this naked…”
It’s only when he says this that I realize it’s true— I’m totally naked in front of him, while he’s still fully dressed. He got me to orgasm and undress, to calm down and to let him touch me like no man has, and he did it so slowly and carefully that I barely noticed how far we’d come. The realization that he’s being every bit as meticulous as he promised arouses me even more, and I dare to lean back on my elbows, which causes my breasts to rise and my hips to lift, giving him better access to everything he might want to touch.
He reaches for my breasts first, cupping them lightly with both hands and running his thumb around the circle of them. Then, Carson slides his thumb directly across my nipple, and I tremble with satisfaction. I lick my lips and meet his eye, telling him in no uncertain terms to keep going. He lowers his mouth and licks the side of my right breast, dragging his tongue across my skin and toward my nipple. I inhale as his tongue finally lights on my nipple, and when I do he immediately envelops it with his mouth, sucking on me gently and readily, rolling me nipple back and forth along his tongue. I moan, and he responds by moving one hand back to my pussy and, more directly this time, sliding his finger back into me, using his thumb to rub against my clit as he finger fucks me.
Having my breasts and pussy and clit stimulated all at once is more than I can handle, and before I know what is happening, a second orgasm rises in my clit and radiates through my body. I nearly collapse back onto my elbows, but Carson supports my weight without missing a beat, pulling my breast tighter to his mouth and sliding a second finger into me, straining at my walls, pumping in and out of me until I begin to rock my hips to his rhythm as the orgasm blinds me to anything but the pleasure of being with him.
As I regain my senses, I can’t help but wonder how I’m going to make it through the night— I already feel so close to passing out from exhaustion. But then Carson rises and, with his eyes on me, strips his shirt over his head. I’ve seen him shirtless before, of course, but never with the promise of impending passion— I can’t believe I’m going to feel that body pressed bare against mine, and it makes me bite my lip in want.
He drops his shirt on the floor, then unbuttons and unzips his pants. I can already see his erection straining at the fabric; when he slides his pants down, his boxers tent out, revealing just how large his cock must be. I breathe heavily in re-instigated nerves and arousal, and Carson’s nostrils flare, as if my excitement has heightened his own. He then slides his boxers to the floor and steps out of them.