Total pages in book: 199
Estimated words: 192134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 640(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 192134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 640(@300wpm)
“So good,” she moans as she drifts back to earth. “So, so good.”
“My pleasure. Every second.” I stand, unbuttoning my shirt as she blinks open her eyes. They are glassy and sex-hazy, and her hair is a wild mess.
“I think you’re trying to get me drunk on orgasms,” she breathes.
“I see absolutely no reason why you shouldn’t come as often as possible.” Tossing my shirt to the floor, I move my hands to my jeans. She shakes her head and sits up, reaching for the button. “Let me.”
I drop my hands to my sides and stare as she unzips my jeans, pushing them down my thighs, allowing my dick to make its appearance. A soft, sexy sigh falls from her gorgeous mouth.
As I take off the rest of my clothes, she gazes up at me, excitement and anticipation clear in her beautiful brown eyes. She’s so eager, so curious, and it’s such a gift to have her trust, to be the first person to experience her like this.
My heart beats faster, from pleasure but also from something more, something entirely new that I’m only beginning to understand. But I can’t sort it out now. All I can think about is how much I need to be closer to her, joined with her, feeling her tight around me for the first time.
I grab a condom from my wallet.
As I open it, she grabs my wrist and says, “There’s something I need to say.”
I wince inside, but steel myself for whatever comes next. I’m dying to be inside her, but I don’t want her to do anything she isn’t ready for. And as I look in her eyes, it hits me—I care so much more for her than I realized before our classes started. And this has become so much more than lessons in seduction.
If she’s not ready, I’ll wait, blue balls be damned. If she needs another month, hell, a year, I’ll be here. I’ll wait until she’s ready.
I just want it to be me that she’s ready for.
“What is it, Butterfly? Tell me anything,” I say gently.
Her gaze locks with mine. “I’m so glad it’s you.”
And if I wasn’t already lost for her, that pretty much seals the deal.
19
CJ
Just because I’ve carried my V card for a quarter of a century doesn’t mean I’ve kept a pure mind too.
Quite the contrary.
My brain has run wild. My imagination has frolicked in Naughtyville thousands of times, and though the details—the catalyst and the location—varied, one aspect was nearly always the same.
Graham.
Him over me, him inside me, him being my first.
That’s what I’ve wanted most of all.
A rush of anticipation fills my body as he climbs over me, but then anxiety rises up, pulling at me, tightening in my belly. A thousand thoughts race through my mind, and my heart jams in my throat, but as I look up at his handsome face, I know it isn’t having sex for the first time that’s making me nervous.
What scares me is that I’m already failing at the lesson I tried to teach myself this afternoon.
My heart isn’t in another room.
I’m here, all in, heart, body, and mind.
It’s wildly exciting and completely terrifying. But how can I even consider turning back when this is everything I’ve dreamt of and so much more?
I reach my arms around his neck, pull him even closer, and press my lips to his, kissing away my fears. “I’m so ready,” I whisper.
“I like the so.” He positions himself, rubs the head of his erection against me, and I gasp. A pulse beats between my legs, where I’m wet, ridiculously wet.
Relax. I spread my legs wider, letting my knees fall open, inviting him in.
He pushes the tip inside. “Okay?” he pants.
A warm, tingly feeling spreads through me. “More than okay.”
I draw a sharp breath as he sinks deeper inside. Deeper, deeper, maybe halfway in, and holy hell.
He’s stretching me, and for a moment I feel as if I’m being ripped apart. I grit my teeth, my muscles tensing against the sting.
“Butterfly.” His voice is laced with worry
I try to will away the pain, but damn, it hurts. “I’m fine,” I mutter.
“You’re not fine. Talk to me.”
I remember I promised I would be honest. I loop my arms tighter around his neck, needing to hold him close as I confess, “It hurts, Graham. But I don’t want to stop. So please don’t.”
He sighs heavily, but doesn’t move. I look up at him, seeing concern, care, and so much more in his eyes. I see him here with me, in every way, and suddenly I can breathe. And that changes the game.
As I pull in another breath, I start to relax.
“Perfect,” he whispers. “Just breathe, baby. Take all the time you need.”
Another breath, and the stinging sensation fades a little more.
Slowly, the hurt subsides, giving way to another rush of warmth and desire, the need to get even closer to this man who is so sweetly patient with me.