Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Running a hand up the back of his head, he scoffs. “Of course you did. And you stole it because . . .”
“Safe sex is good sex, obviously.”
One side of his mouth curves upward. “Obviously. Tell me where it is and I’ll grab it.”
A beat later he’s emerging from the bathroom, condom in one hand and a towel in the other. I put a hand on my face, feeling the heat in my cheeks.
We’re really doing this.
I’m really about to lose my virginity to Brooks Huntley.
I’m so excited and so nervous I could die.
I scoot up on the bed and rest my head on the pillows. Brooks unbuckles his belt, his movements concise and quick, and shucks off his pants.
He does wear briefs. They’re navy blue, and they’re molded to his ass and hips like a second skin.
I can make out the shape and size of his dick. The curve of its head.
Wow.
Just . . . wow.
Need pounds between my legs. I’m ready.
Brooks takes off his briefs, and there it is. His cock, hard and pink, jutting out from between his hips. My heart drums an unsteady beat inside my chest.
Seeing Brooks naked is a massive turn on. It’s also . . . a little frightening? I mean, how badly is this going to hurt? Brooks did an excellent job of warming me up, which my friends have told me helps a lot. Still, all of them reported experiencing some pain during their first time.
Whatever. I just need to get it over with so we can get to the good part. The second time, and hopefully the third, and the fourth . . .
Brooks makes quick work of the condom, tearing open the foil and rolling it onto his length with short, hard strokes. Then he’s climbing over me again, trailing his mouth up the length of my body. I try my best to relax as he parts my legs and settles himself between them, hiking one over his hip. He curls an arm around my back and uses it to lift me, positioning me so I’m spread-eagled beneath him. He settles his elbows on either side of my head, caging me between them. I can tell by the way his biceps flex that he’s holding up most of his weight. But he still leans into me, our bellies flush, surrounding me in the feel of his skin. I’m breathless.
I feel him prodding against my pussy. Already the pressure is enormous.
Brooks kisses my neck. Sucks on my bottom lip. Then he reaches between us and notches himself at my entrance. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
He goes still again. “Too much?”
“No. Nope.”
“You sure? You seem tense.”
“It’s . . . been a while, that’s all.”
He softly presses his lips to mine. “Then I’ll go slow.”
“Okay.” I curl my arms underneath his. Draw my fingertips over his back, making those muscles bunch and pop.
My heart squeezes when he draws a sharp breath through his nose, resting his forehead on mine. “Sweetheart, I’m trying to hold back here. You’re killing me.”
I open my eyes to see him looking at me. “Look who’s using the murder puns now.”
He laughs. I resist the urge to sink my teeth into his bottom lip, his jaw. His throat.
He’s delicious.
This is all delicious—the way he smells and the anticipation. The fact that I can make this block of stone laugh.
The fact that he likes my salty as much as my sweet.
I kiss his cheek instead and untangle my arms from his so I can circle them around his neck. Rocking my hips the tiniest bit forward, I say, “Then don’t hold back.”
He searches my eyes for a full beat. My heart is in my throat. Please God don’t let this hurt too much.
Brooks’s thighs move over mine as he presses inside me. He goes slowly, his brow furrowed with concentration.
It is still hugely uncomfortable. Pressure. More like a pinch now, a hard one. Behind Brooks’s head, I curl my fingernails into my palms. My eyes prickle with heat and I close them. Try to breathe in through my nose, out through my mouth, while doing my best to keep from wincing. I don’t want him to stop.
At one point, I’m sure he can’t go any farther. The resistance is too great. So is the pain. My eyes are wet behind my closed eyelids. I’ll be mortified if I cry. This isn’t that kind of sex.
“Okay?” He feathers his lips over my face.
“Yeah. Yup.” I just have to keep breathing. Wait out this first little bit. Then it will get better. It has to.
“Okay.” He blows out a breath and pumps his hips, and then it feels like he surges inside me all at once. I’m hit by an intense burning sensation, along with a fullness I can only describe as stabby—like I’m being stabbed from the inside.