Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Don’t stop.”
He started slowly unbuttoning his shirt. “Have you ever done this?”
He damn well knew I hadn’t. We always danced around the subject when we talked. I hadn’t come out and said it but he knew.
I shook my head and his nostrils flared, his burning gaze raked down my body. He took off his shirt, ripped his undershirt over his head and threw it to the floor. He couldn’t be rid of it fast enough.
The sight of his bare chest lightly sprinkled with hair, all those tight muscles set my skin on fire. I was so turned on, I didn’t recognize the feeling. I’d never felt anything like it before.
Looming over me, he curled his fingers around the white stretchy material of the cap sleeves of my dress and slowly pulled down, exposing the new push-up bra I’d bought at the mall from Victoria’s Secret. He stopped and stared, openly devouring me with his eyes.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered. His eyes lifted, meeting mine squarely and what I found there was raw desire. “You know that, right?”
No, I definitely did not know that. It didn’t matter. As long as I was perfect to him I was happy.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” This was news to me. Other than the time he admitted he wanted to kiss me, I didn’t recall him looking at me with any heat.
He pulled my dress down my waist and legs, leaving me in my bra and panties, which made me extremely self-conscious. “Not here,” he murmured. He hopped off the couch and threw me over his shoulder. I squealed and laughed and he stroked my ass cheek while he walked to the bedroom.
Once we were there he placed me on my feet. I was still giggling when he smiled down at me and pulled me flush against his hard body. I was so happy I could’ve floated off the planet.
As much as I wanted him, I’d never been so nervous. I was terrified of what it would do to our friendship, scared that he would regret it later––or God forbid, go back to Crystal. And as the moment grew into something meaningful, both our smiles melted with the realization that this was going to change everything.
“Mare…I…” In the pause, all the air in my lungs left me. The look on his face said more than words ever could. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” I couldn’t say it fast enough, my heart beating just as rapidly as the words flew out. I’d waited seven and a half long years to say it.
He kissed me again, pushing my bra straps off my shoulders. He skillfully unclasped it and it fell to the floor. Immediately, I crowded closer, hiding against him. Behind his pants, his erection pressed against me.
“You promise you won’t think this was a mistake later,” I murmured in the sliver of space between our lips.
“I promise––and if it is, it’ll be the best mistake I ever make.” He smiled and pushed me down on the bed, my breast bouncing. Then without taking his hungry eyes off of me, he pushed down his slacks and boxer briefs and kicked them off.
I honestly thought all dicks looked the same. I don’t know where I’d gotten that crazy idea, but my eighteen-year-old self actually believed, or rather assumed, they must all look the same. I’d stolen glances at Zach’s, when he would push my hand into his underwear and force me to give him a hand job. I’d felt the shape of him from under his pants but boy did I get a rude awakening when I saw Noah.
Nestled among dark hair, his shaft stood straight up, bobbing with every move. He gripped himself hard and stroked. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I don’t know why, probably because I was so crazy in love.
“Don’t go anywhere,” he said with a one-sided smile. He disappeared into his bathroom and returned with condoms, placed some on the nightstand and crawled onto the bed.
“I want this to be perfect for you so tell me if you don’t like something…okay?”
I nodded and kissed him with all the longing in my heart and body. Then he went to work, touching my breasts, touching me between my legs, petting down my belly––driving me insane with need for him.
“Jesus, you’re wet already.”
It wasn’t a marathon of sex. Later we’d have plenty of those, but that night was full of tenderness and sweet urgency.
Maybe it was because the foreplay had gone on for years, or maybe it was because we knew each other inside and out. Whatever the reason, it was magic, coming together so smoothly it surprised the both of us.
On his knees, he looked even bigger. I watched him roll on the condom, thunderstruck by the sight of him. His body came down and covered mine, making space between my legs. By then I was so turned on, so sensitive, that he rolled his hips a few times and the friction of his shaft against my clit made me come almost instantly.