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)
He nudges my legs apart with his knee and settles between them and my heart rate skyrockets.
“It’s been a while for me,” I admit.
He nods and dips down to kiss me while sliding an arm under one of my knees, pulling me wider open. Then he continues with the kissing until I want to feel him inside of me so bad I’m aching. I flex my hips towards him, trying to get what I want, but he’s not one to be rushed, apparently, because he continues to take his time kissing and caressing and generally driving me crazy until I wonder if I could come just from that alone.
Finally he’s there, right where I want him. The tip of his cock nudges my opening and I suck in a breath but push my hips up. He slowly eases inside. The feeling of stretching to accommodate him is a slight burn that makes me crave more in the most hedonistic way.
I tilt my hips to accommodate him and he continues his drive into me until he bottoms out, our stomachs pressed flat together. He lowers his elbows until his forehead touches mine and he’s so deep inside of me it’s bordering on uncomfortable, yet I like it. I reach up and cup his jaw in my palm and guide his lips to mine, but this time I nip at his bottom lip, pulling it with my teeth.
“You are the most alluring woman I’ve ever met,” he says when I release his lip.
Alluring? Not awkward? That can’t be right.
I remember that I wanted to touch his ass while I had the chance and slide my hands down his back to my goal, planting my heels on the bed by his hips as I do. He grunts when my hands find their target, but the sound is sexy as hell. Husky, throaty—a verbal confirmation that he likes my touch. I flatten my hands against his backside and caress and I’m pretty sure that his ass is the most perfectly sculpted and toned ass I’ll ever get my hands on.
He takes my prodding as an invitation to move and draws back before sliding into me again. And again. He’s braced above me on his hands, watching my face as he thrusts and I feel exposed. Not physically so much as emotionally, like he sees too much. I place my hands back on his biceps, the leverage better for holding on, and try my best not to look away.
Seventeen
Boyd
I knew she was going to feel good, but fuck. I’m ruined for this girl. Her skin. Her scent. Her taste. The texture of her hair and the delicate flare of her hips. The tiny mole she has near her belly button. The noises she makes when I touch her. None of it contrived. Her breathing speeding up and the little cries she makes are all pure Chloe. The way her fingertips explore my body with genuine curiosity, as if she’s not the most familiar with the male form, not that she’s attempting to inflate my ego.
This is hard for her. Intimacy. Not the physical exactly. She likes this. I think it was getting to this place that was hard for her. Her confidence is safe with me. I want to protect it, cultivate it. Watch her flourish.
Being inside of her makes me feel like a goddamned king. But it’s humbling too. Connecting with her like this, having her take me inside of her. Knowing she’s trusting me to make it good for her.
I thrust and her eyes widen and she sucks in a little gasp of air, her lips forming a tiny o. Her pussy clenches around me so tightly I’m not sure it isn’t hurting her, but she’s so fucking wet for me that I slide further into her against all logic. The fit is so snug there shouldn’t be room for me to move. But I do. Keeping the pace long and deep, rubbing her clit with my thumb. Watching the way her eyelids flutter or rise, the way she angles her neck or dips her hips, telling me what she likes, what feels best.
I wish I could fuck her without the condom. I want my cock coated in her, not latex. She was so wet when I fucked her with my fingers it was all I could do not to bend her in half and slam into her. And the taste of her, fuck. She tastes a little bit like that strawberry Chapstick she favors.
She’s sweet. And warm and wet and oh so fucking tight. And brave too. She could have refused to come to Colorado with me. I wouldn’t have blamed her. But I knew she was just curious enough, intrigued enough, to play along.
“Boyd.” Her eyes are on mine and her jaw drops on a gasp. “I’m gonna come.”