Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Holden reached down and guided one of my knees up. The change in position allowed him to sink deeper, and I moaned as my muscles began to pulsate around him.
“Holden...”
He gritted his teeth. “Right there with you, baby.” His pupils dilated as he continued to stare down, watching my face as he drove into me over and over.
Unlike all the other times I’d had sex, my orgasm didn’t take its time to bloom. It shot out of a cannon, making my toes curl and my nails sink into the flesh of his back. Holden kept going, pumping into me ferociously until my body finally gave out and went slack. Then he buried himself deep with a groan and let go.
***
“You know…” I played with the light smattering of hair on Holden’s chest. “The first time I ever masturbated was because of you.”
“Oh yeah? Tell me about it.”
I’d been curled up on top of Holden since we woke up an hour ago. My cheek was pressed to his chest, but I turned now and propped my chin on my fist to look up at him while I spoke. “You were in the pool in our backyard with Nancy McDonald.”
“Who?”
“Nancy McDonald.”
He shrugged. “I don’t think I remember her.”
“Seriously? You had your tongue down her throat and you don’t remember her?”
“What did she look like?”
“Brunette, long hair, big boobs. She had on an American flag bathing suit. It was a day or two after the Fourth of July.”
Holden squinted. “American flag bathing suit sounds familiar.”
I shook my head. “I can’t believe I remember you kissing her and you don’t.”
“I remember you had a blue bathing suit with silver stars on it.”
“I did. It was my first string bikini. I’d had two-piece suits before, but never a string bikini. I’d talked my mother into buying it for my thirteenth birthday by reminding her I was now a teenager. She’d made me agree not to wear it anywhere but in our yard.” I smiled. “That worked for me, since I only wanted it to get your attention anyway.”
“Oh, it got my attention alright. But go back to your masturbation story. I want to hear how you got off the first time to thoughts of me.”
“You’re lucky you redeemed yourself by remembering my bathing suit because I was considering not sharing my story when you couldn’t even remember Nancy McDonald.”
Holden kissed my forehead. “I only remember the important things.”
“So anyway, while you were busy kissing Nancy in the pool, I was watching from my bedroom window. Getting busy with myself, with my hand down my pants.”
“Whoa! Lala Ellison, you naughty girl. I didn’t know you were a voyeur. My sweet little brainiac is a little bit freaky, getting off on watching others. I like it.”
I laughed. “I spent most of the time pretending I was Nancy, so I think it was more about sparking my imagination and less about me getting hot and bothered watching the two of you together. So you might not want to get your hopes up. I’m pretty sure that’s the freakiest thing I’ve done in my life.”
“We can fix that, you know.”
I bit down on my bottom lip. “I know you’re teasing, but I wouldn’t mind exploring my sexuality a bit with you.”
“That can be arranged. What did you have in mind?”
“I don’t know. Nothing specific really. But I’m not too experienced, and obviously you are. I trust you, and I think it could be fun to try something different.”
“I’m game. But you should give me an idea about what would be new to you.”
“Everything would be new to me, Holden. I haven’t done anything daring.”
“Ever been tied up?”
I shook my head. “Nope.”
“Sex in a car?”
“Nope.”
“Sex in public?”
“Definitely not.”
“Sixty-nine?”
I shook my head.
“Anal?”
“Never.”
My cell phone alarm interrupted with a loud buzzing. I reached over to the end table and turned it off, looking at the time. “I can’t believe it’s six thirty already. I need to get to work.” I leaned up and brushed my lips over Holden’s. “I gotta go next door and shower.”
“You can’t leave me now.” He took my hand and slid it between his legs. “Look what you did…”
“I didn’t even touch you. I think you’re just perpetually hard.”
“You didn’t have to touch me. You just told me I’m going to be the first one to do sixty-nine with you and anal. Of course I’m hard.”
I laughed. “I never said you were going to be the first to do either of those things. I said I’d never done them.”
He pulled me to him and flipped us, so I was suddenly on my back, and he hovered over me. “Oh, I’m going to be your first for lots of things, sweetheart.”
“We’ll have to discuss this later, because I really need to get to work.”
“What about my erection?”
I pressed my lips to his and smiled. “You’ll just have to do what I did when you were busy kissing Nancy McDonald.”