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)
“I was just telling you what I wanted to do,” I say fiercely. “I was just thinking of you, imagining what I’d do if I was there. It doesn’t come from any experience.”
“Not even…”
“What?” I ask, leaning back, studying my woman’s tight features.
“It doesn’t matter,” she says, her gaze dropping.
Somehow, I remove my hand from her between her legs.
It’s the emotion in her eyes again, prompting me, reminding me I need to protect her. Her mind and her body.
“Not even from videos? Stuff online?”
“No,” I growl. “Absolutely fucking not. I’ve never watched porn.”
She flinches. “Really? Most guys have.”
“I haven’t,” I tell her. “It’s like I said. I was waiting for a woman…a woman I never knew existed. And now here you are. No, Della, we’re in this together. This is a shared adventure. Everything we’re doing, we’re doing together.”
She darts her hand out, wrapping her fingers around my wrist, staring at me with frantic eyes.
“Swear?” she whispers. “Promise?”
“I promise. I swear. I’ll never lie to you.”
She nods, seeming to work up her courage, and then she directs my hand to her body.
She makes a moaning noise as she guides my hand between her legs.
CHAPTER 17
Della
I hinted that we needed to go into the bedroom. But then he said that perfect thing about us being on this adventure together.
It’s like it triggered something in me.
I believed him, believe him, and he also mentioned choosing his woman…
And we’ve talked about kids.
We’ve basically said it without coming right out and giving it specific words. We want the same thing.
We’re dedicated to each other. We’re going to be together, just us.
That’s what gave me the bravery to guide his hand to my sex.
Now I’m gasping, my hands stroking up his shoulders, my fingernails digging through his shirt and into his hard muscles. He snarls as his palm rubs against my panties, our tongues always in motion, hungrily devouring each other.
And then he pushes my panties aside.
I gasp, leaning back.
“The bedroom?” he says huskily, staring down at me with that possessive certainty in his eyes.
“Bedroom,” I moan. “But Eli….”
“I know. Don’t worry. This is enough for me. More than enough. You’re so damn sexy, Della. I’m glad I waited. Hell, glad doesn’t even come close.”
He hooks one arm beneath my legs and the other behind my back, lifting me as though I weigh nothing.
I wrap my arms around him, feeling like I’m flying, feeling like I’m words sent from a phone, zipping through the air…feeling like I never have to doubt myself, stress that things might not work out.
The unstoppable need inside makes it all go away.
When he places me down on the bed, I look up at him.
He’s standing with his hard, muscled body pressing through his long-sleeved shirt, his fingers twitching, his silver hair catching the lamplight.
Turning, he goes to the door, locks it, and then returns to the bed.
“Fucking. Hell.”
He falls to his knees, gently grabbing my legs and guiding me down the bed. I stare down as he smooths his hands up my thighs, around to my ass, massaging my cheeks and then kissing up my inner thigh.
“Your pussy. I can’t even…I can smell how perfect you are, Della. It’s like your young horny body is talking to me.”
It is, I almost tell him.
It’s telling him he needs to slip inside of me, needs to drive hard and deep, and keep going until I can’t do anything except become pregnant.
I moan when he grabs my panties, pulling them down.
A warning siren tries to shatter within me, obliterating the moment, but the tension in my sex, the sore neediness in my clit…it pushes it all away.
I straighten my legs as he pulls my panties down, instinct guiding me.
“Do you want me to do anything?” I moan.
He stares up at me, his eyes wide and frantic, his lips shivering. “You’re doing it, Della. Just by lying there with that sweet, soaked pussy and your cute horny-as-hell face… just by being you, you’re doing it.”
I shiver as he kisses up my inner thigh again, each touch a warm impression of lust, and then his mouth is right next to my pussy.
My sex feels like it’s fluttering, like it’s singing out in the hungry need to be with him.
“I’m….”
“What?” I say when he trails off. “Is something wrong?”
He laughs in a disbelieving way, not at all mocking.
His warm breath caresses my naked pussy.
“No, I’m just so thankful I waited. Your pussy, your body, your wetness, the sweet sounds you were making as I kissed your legs…you were worth it, Della, all those years of anticipating and wondering if I’d find someone.”
I’m about to reply – though I don’t know what I’ll say – when he pushes his mouth against my soaked sore place.
I bite down, thinking I’ll scream otherwise.
I’ve never felt anything like this.
His mouth is hot, and then his tongue strokes up and down my clit, causing my lower body to vibrate as lust shimmers through me. I’m biting down so hard, attempting to stop the lust from erupting from me.