Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Is that really how you feel?
My thumb moves quickly.
At the same time, my other hand is busy with my pants, freeing my cock. I imagine it’s her hand as I stroke up and down, spreading the precome from the tip to the base.
I’m rock-solid thinking about you, Della. You’ve got an amazing body and I couldn’t stop staring at you the other day in the cafeteria.
Nobody’s ever said that about my body before. Elias, can I ask something weird?
Go on….
Can you send me a selfie? Just so I know, it’s you.
I go to the camera app, activate the selfie camera, and take a quick photo. I’d do anything to make my woman comfortable, to make it so this doesn’t have to stop.
My ability to think about the possible negative consequences has disappeared.
All I can do is focus on the thought of her in bed.
Your turn, I type. Pout those sexy lips for me too. I want to imagine them wrapped around my big hard dick, Della.
I keep stroking. On some level, I’m wondering if I’m taking this too far or if it’s too much too fast.
But she wants it too.
Maybe not all of it. Maybe not the life I’m already planning.
But this, us, here and now. She wants it.
CHAPTER 9
Della
I lie in bed, my hand between my legs, gently stroking at my clit as my breathing comes quickly.
I’ve rarely touched myself in the past, just a few times as an experiment.
When Elias’ photo comes through, I bite down, suppressing a gasp of pleasure. I can hear Hudson walking around the living room.
My door’s locked, so there’s no chance of him coming in unannounced, but I still have to be careful.
Elias hasn’t posed for the camera. He’s just staring at it, his eyes intense and blue, his hair swept to the side. His lips are shaped into a somehow savage smirk like it could turn into a roar any second.
I read his text, my lips tingling, my clit aching as I stroke my fingers a little quicker.
It’s him, really him, Elias saying all this steamy stuff.
Do you promise you won’t send my pictures to anybody else? I ask.
My head is hazy, making it difficult to think about anything but the pleasure he’s provoking in me. I know some people might find it strange how quickly we went from talking about my parents to doing this.
But to me, it’s connected, as though his understanding turned to heat, and the heat turned to lust, and now here we are.
To me, this isn’t just sexual. It’s the start of something.
I don’t let myself think about the very real possibility he may not feel the same.
I swear, he replies. I’d never do that, Della. I don’t want anybody else to see you.
He doesn’t mean forever. He doesn’t mean in life. He doesn’t mean he wants to marry me.
I have to remember all that.
Is this a mistake?
I’ve never been adventurous, especially in romance, but that was before I met Elias.
My skin pricks with a layer of sweat as I lift the camera, taking my hand from between my legs and pulling down the front of my shirt. I do it just a little, enough to show some cleavage, remembering what he said about my body.
The idea that Elias, tall, handsome, rugged, and so hot I could weep, can find my body captivating.
I pull my shirt a little lower, praying this isn’t a mistake, aware I might not do this if my head wasn’t clouded with desire.
I take the photo, making sure to pout my lips like he asked, then send it to him.
Fucking hell, he writes. Your tits are even sexier than I imagined. I’d tear that shirt off, Della, then suck your nipples, one then the other. I could spend an hour massaging those beautiful breasts alone. They’re so full. Look at your cleavage. That’s the perfect place for my hard dick, all wet with precome, slipping between your tits and making us both so crazy we have to fuck. Fuck right away. Fuck hard. Fuck passionately.
I move my hand between my legs, rubbing my clit with more pressure, as I grasp onto my phone with my other hand.
I’m not sure what to say, I type back. But you’re making me so excited.
Are you touching yourself like the horny virgin you are?
Yes, I type as quickly as I can.
Tell me what you’re doing. I’m stroking my cock up and down, Della. There’s so much precome, and my whole dick is soaked. I’m rubbing fast, imagining it’s your tight, untouched pussy, imagining I’m driving deep….
I bite down, ignoring the shiver of doubt that tells me we’ll never be able to do that in real life.
I’ll never be able to live up to his expectations.
There’s so much pressure in my pussy, my slit getting even more soaked, my clit aching.