Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“Instead, you showed up on mine.”
“Yeah.” I brush a strand of hair out of her eyes.
“So, just him and you?”
I nod. “There was no one else after our first weekend together. Every time you came home, we were together. We never labeled us, and I regret that as much as I do standing you up that night. Well, I showed up, just too late.”
“I don’t remember, yet being here with you, it feels familiar. I can’t explain it. I feel safe with you. Comfortable.”
“You are safe with me,” I assure her. “Never be afraid to tell me what you want, what you like, what you don’t like. Not just with sex, with everything in life. I want to be your partner, Laney. Nothing you ever tell me would change that.”
She nods, and a slow, shy smile tilts her lips. “Did we—” She pauses as if collecting her thoughts. “Did we make love? Or you know, did we just have sex?”
“Both. There were some days we wanted it slow, and others fast and dirty.” My cock twitches, and from the way her eyes widen, she feels it.
“Show me.”
“Which one?” I keep my eyes trained on her, and focus on deep, even breaths. My cock twitches, more than ready to show her everything. However, I need her to make this call. I need her to tell me exactly what she wants. I want her to be in control. I also need her to know she’s safe with me.
“All of it.”
“My pleasure.” Pushing to my feet with her in my arms, I carry her down the hall to my bed. I don’t stop until she’s lying back on the bed, with me between her legs. “Tell me what you want first. This is your show, Laney.”
“I-I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do. Tell me what you want.”
“I want the ache to go away.”
I kiss her neck as I grind my hips into her center. “Here?” I whisper next to her ear.
“Y-Yes.” She swallows hard.
Standing tall, my hands go to her waist, and I slide my hands into the waistband of her yoga pants. With a tug, I begin stripping her bare. “Lift for me.” She does as I ask and with a yank, her panties and pants are tossed to the side. Dropping to my knees, my lips press to her inner thighs.
“Kenton,” she breathes. I look up to find her lifted up on her elbows watching me. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to take the ache away.”
“Oh.”
Her mouth forms the cutest O, and I can’t help but remember what it felt like when she would take my cock in her mouth. I was her first, something I was damn proud of. Shaking out of the memory, I get back to business. With my index fingers, I trace her folds, and she’s already wet for me.
“Oh, God.”
I smile. It’s time to give my girl what she wants. I run my fingers through her folds one last time, pushing one inside her. Her hips lift off the bed, and her need fuels me. Lowering my head, I flatten my tongue and swipe across her clit, causing her hands to grip my hair and her legs to tighten around my shoulders. Perfect. A few more gentle caresses of my tongue and I’m adding another digit, but I’m done teasing her. I need her to come, and I desperately need to be inside her. I suck on her clit while pumping my fingers in and out of her. Her legs shake, and I’m sure I’ll have a bald spot from the grip she has on my hair, but I don’t relent. I take what I want, and give her what she needs at the same time.
“I-I can’t… oh, God.” She’s incoherent, unable to form sentences. I suck harder. “Kenton!” She cries out for me as her body squeezes my fingers as her release coats my face and hands.
Fuck, I’ve missed her.
I kiss her everywhere my mouth will reach and don’t remove my hand from between her legs until the final ripples of pleasure have left her body. Sitting back on my heels, I wipe my face with the back of my hand and stand. Her cheeks are flushed, a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead, and her eyes are hooded. She’s sated and fucking more beautiful than I’ve ever seen her.
“Now what?” she asks once she’s caught her breath and sees me watching her.
“You tell me what you want.” I reach down and adjust my cock that is painfully hard.
“You.”
“You have all of me.”
“I wasn’t finished.” She smiles a lazy, sated smile. “I want you inside me.”
“Strip.” My voice is deep and controlled, leaving no room for negotiation. I need her naked, all of her. Her shirt and bra need to go. She holds her hand out to me and I help her sit up, then quickly take a step back. Pulling my shirt over my head, I drop it to the floor, before popping the button on my jeans and pulling them along with my boxer briefs off at the same time. My hard cock salutes her as she reaches behind her and unsnaps her bra. She lays it on her shirt beside her on the bed. Grabbing them, I toss them to the floor.