Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
I let my high-school boyfriend go down on me and it was okay, but mostly awkward for him and embarrassing for me so I never gave either guy I slept with in college the chance to attempt it. I have a momentary thought of pushing him away, but Boyd’s not really asking and his confidence is a huge turn-on. Plus I’m curious. He’s been really attentive with those lips so far.
When he uses his thumbs to spread me apart and runs his tongue up my center, my back bows and my thighs snap around his head. He chuckles, low and raspy, before sucking my clit between his lips as I loosen my grip on his head. Oh, holy hell. This is better than anything in the history of ever. Better than everything all added up.
“You taste even better than I thought you would,” he murmurs from between my legs and I groan in response.
I’m dripping wet. Like, I suspect I’d be actually dripping if he wasn’t consuming me like a starving man. I can’t be any more vulnerable or exposed to him than in this moment and it gives me pause for a second but I’m in this now, with him and I’m going to enjoy tonight as long as it lasts. He’s obviously into what he’s doing so there’s no need for me to feel insecure about it.
He slides a finger inside and I tighten around him, my body unused to the intrusion. He slides his finger out and in again as my muscles relax and allow him deeper without resistance. Two of his fingers are a stretch and he swears as I squirm, but it feels good. Pressure builds low in my core and explodes when he sucks my clit back between his lips and pumps into me with his fingers.
My hands fist into the bedspread as the orgasm tears through me. I’ve never come like that before. I’m not even sure I have come before if that’s what it’s supposed to feel like. “Boyd,” I pant, still catching my breath.
He moves up my torso and nuzzles my neck as he speaks.
“Was that better than okay?” he asks, clearly remembering that I’d once indicated to him that my experience with sex was classified as okay.
“Yeah,” I agree, my body still humming. “Definitely surpassed okay.”
“Better than Sex for Dummies?”
“Maybe.” A smile tugs at my lips.
“Maybe?” he questions, angling my chin towards him, his brow lifted in challenge. Have I mentioned how much I like his eyelashes?
“I don’t know if I can leave you a review yet. We haven’t finished.”
“Ah.” He nods. “So we should finish?”
“I’m definitely interested in finishing.” I nod quickly. “I hate to review something I haven’t finished.”
He grins and shoves back on his arms then stands. Wait. Where is he going? I prop myself up on my elbows and watch him walk naked over to his suitcase. He has a nice ass too. I make a mental note to touch it while I have the chance. He turns back to the bed with a strip of condoms in his hand and that sobers me right out of my sexual stupor. Because I forgot about protection altogether. In all my psyching myself out over this encounter I never once thought about protecting myself physically.
“I totally forgot,” I blurt out, eyeing the condoms.
“Don’t worry, safety girl, I remembered.” He tears one of the strip and tosses the rest aside. “I won’t knock you up and trap you.”
“Why would you want to trap me? That’s not even logical.”
“It is from where I’m standing,” he mutters as he tears the wrapper with his teeth and strokes himself, then straddles me on his knees and hands me the condom.
“Oh, I don’t do that.” I shake my head.
“You’re open to anal but rolling a condom on is outside of your comfort zone?” he deadpans.
“Shut up. And I already told you anal was off the table once I got a look at your dick.”
He pinches the end of the condom and places it against the head of his penis then takes my hand and moves it in place. I roll it over the length of him, alternating between watching what I’m doing and looking into his eyes. His never leave mine.
“Do you want me to do anything else?” I ask, but my voice is soft.
“Like what?” His lips curve into a small smile as he pushes me back against the bed and lies over me, bracing himself on his elbows.
“I don’t know.” I’m definitely whispering now and I shake my head a little. “I was worried you’d want me to do some weird thing.”
“A weird thing?”
“Never mind. This is good. I like this.” I run my hands up his biceps and dig the pads of my fingertips in a little, testing the feel of him.