Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 123435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 617(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 617(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
“What about my virgin status?” I challenge.
He visibly gulps. “I mean, I won’t lie. That part is kind of scary. The pressure—”
“Stop,” I order with a choked laugh. “There’s no pressure. I promise.”
Tate seems unconvinced.
“I mean it. I don’t expect rose petals and declarations of love. And I certainly don’t expect a commitment. All I want out of this is to have fun. And to gain some experience,” I admit, suddenly feeling a bit shy. “I’m heading back to school after Labor Day weekend. I know this won’t lead to a relationship, and I’m fine with that. I’m also not naïve enough to think that the first time—or even the first couple of times—is going to be a perfect, magical moment of sexual delights. But.” I shrug. “Based on our previous encounters, I suspect we’re going to have fun.” I eye him. Daring him to contradict that. He doesn’t. “So, really, where’s the pressure?”
It’s only after I conclude my speech that it occurs to me my hand is still on his dick.
Classy.
Noticing where my gaze went, Tate flashes those playful dimples. “Well. This is awkward.”
“I don’t know about awkward.” Before I can stop myself, I move my palm in a featherlight caress.
“Stop that. That was only intended to show you how on board I am.” With a firm look, he pries my hand away from his crotch. “But I didn’t come here for me. I came here for you.”
My pulse quickens. “For me,” I echo.
“Mmm-hmm.” His blue eyes grow serious. “But if we do this, we take it slow. That means …” He raises a brow. “No sex. At least not tonight.”
“Ugh,” I say in mock disgust. “Then why are you even here? Jeez.”
He lets out a laugh. “Slow,” he repeats. “Deal?”
“Slow,” I agree, nodding my assurance. I give him an expectant look. “So then what happens tonight?”
“Tonight … I want to make you feel good.” He licks his lips, and I instinctively lick mine too. “I want to make you feel beautiful.”
Our heads move closer, as if drawn together by a magnetic field. Then he kisses me. It’s soft and gentle and almost too much of a tease. I make an anguished noise and deepen the kiss, clutching the back of his neck to keep him close. When our tongues meet with a teasing stroke, it’s his turn to make noise, a hoarse groan that comes from deep in his chest and vibrates against my lips. This is what a passionate kiss is supposed to be like, I realize. You don’t need your tongues to do all the heavy lifting. You don’t need loud groans and grabby hands. Chemistry. That’s all you need.
Despite his muttered objection, my hand seeks out his erection again. “You know what makes me feel beautiful?” I tell him. “This. Knowing I did this to you. Knowing you’re so turned on you can’t even think straight.”
“Mission accomplished,” he says wryly, then groans when my fingers dip beneath the waistband of his sweatpants.
He’s not wearing underwear, and I find him hard and ready for me. I stroke him for a moment, enjoying the way his lips part, the way he breathes a little faster. Then I drop to my knees in front of him. I run my fingers along the heavy length of him. He’s rock hard.
“I want you to tell me how good I make you feel.”
His eyes are molten. Pure lust. “You mean you can’t literally feel it?” He thrusts into my hand.
My thumb finds a streak of moisture at his tip and glides over it before my fingers curl around him again. When I stroke him, firmer this time, his expression burns hotter, a flash of pleasure bordering on pain. He wants me so bad it hurts, he said. I don’t think he was kidding.
He continues gazing down at me as if I’m the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen. It does wonders for my ego. Melts away that horrible lump of inadequacy that was jammed in my throat before.
When I bring my lips to his tip and place a soft kiss on it, his entire body jerks. “Tease,” he growls.
Smiling, I plant another kiss on him, then swirl my tongue around the crown of his cock. Teasing again. His exhalations get heavier. Eyelids are heavy too. I peer up at him, loving the sight of his features stretched taut with need. How he looks like he’s having trouble performing even the most basic task, like breathing.
My gaze locked with his, I take him fully into my mouth.
“Jesus,” he swears, and I get a thrill knowing I’m responsible for the desperate groan that flies out of his mouth.
It’s such a sexy sound that I proceed to do everything in my power to hear it again, to keep drawing those groans from his lips. I suck him deep, using my hand and tongue to drive him wild.