Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
‘Frank,’ she whispers. ‘Please.’
‘I like hearing you beg.’ I nip at her flesh, looking up at her, satisfied to see her eyes are open and she is watching me. I lock our stares and trace a line up the inside of her thigh until I’m brushing the edge of her entrance. ‘Beg,’ I order.
‘Please,’ she croaks, convulsing when I push my fingers into her, every greedy muscle inside her grabbing on and tightening. So tight. Blood rushes south and starts to pound, and I withdraw and push forward again, circling slowly. ‘I’m preparing you, Taya,’ I tell her. ‘So it will not be so painful.’
‘It will hurt?’ she gasps, twitching.
‘Perhaps just a little, but it will pass and then you will feel the pleasure, I promise you.’
‘All right,’ she breathes, her body loosening as I thrust my fingers, placing kisses across her tummy as she tugs at my hair.
‘My God,’ she says, starting to roll her hips onto my mouth.
‘You’ve experienced nothing yet,’ I assure her, removing my fingers and rising to my feet, stepping back and leaving her to recover while I undress before her. ‘Nothing.’
She bites her lip and watches with intent as I pull my cravat loose and toss it aside. Then my waistcoat is gone. My shirt pulled over my head. Her eyes widen, and I smile. ‘Nothing,’ I repeat, taking her hands and placing them on my chest, my mouth moving into her neck and sucking her, biting her, kissing her, as her palms stroke across my torso. I kick off my boots. ‘My breeches,’ I whisper in her ear, feeling her shudder. ‘Take them off.’
Her hands shake against me as she clumsily pushes them over the swell of my backside with my undergarments. My cock springs free, keen to escape, and stands to attention, dripping with need.
‘Oh God,’ she whispers, mesmerised by the sight, but before I can give her too much time to panic, I circle an arm around her waist and take her to my bed, lowering her to the end and kneeling before her. I collect my cravat.
‘What are you doing?’ she asks as I thread it through my hands, my eyes spoilt for choice, not knowing where to look – her face, her bosom, her legs, to name but a few, for everything before me, every tiny piece of her, is glorious, and I am enthralled by it all.
‘Making your first time an experience you’ll never forget.’ I settle for her lips. I have never seen lips so pink, so plump, so utterly kissable, and an overwhelming urge comes over me, one that is unfathomable.
I must not let another man taste those lips.
Whatever is my mind rambling on about? I shake my head and my inappropriate thoughts away and lean up, taking my cravat to her eyes. Her lips part ever so slightly, making it nearly impossible to resist plunging my tongue inside her mouth again. ‘You said I must keep my eyes open,’ she says, sounding breathless with anticipation. ‘That I must not hide myself from you, and yet you hide yourself from me.’
‘You will feel me.’
At that, her hands lift to my naked chest and touch gently as I, with shaky hands, tie my cravat, securing it, not too tightly, but enough so it may not slip down her face. ‘I feel you,’ she whispers, padding her fingertips softly across my skin.
And, God, do I feel her. ‘Do you feel this, Taya?’ I ask, stroking down her cheek. She nods, just a little, her feeling hands continuing on their journey across my chest. ‘This?’ I move my touch to her thighs, stroking, and then dip, placing a delicate kiss on the edge of her patch of hair.
‘Yes,’ she whispers.
‘And …’ I walk my fingers up her stomach to her breast and pinch her nipple. ‘This?’
‘Oh God,’ she cries, her back arching violently. ‘Please, Frank, I feel like I could burst.’
‘And you will,’ I assure her, cupping her nape and pulling her mouth onto mine, taking myself in my hold and stroking myself, my kiss becoming harder, my body tenser. I had planned to seduce her for a long while, to make this last all night, but my body has other ideas. It matters not. There will be plenty more opportunities.
So I get to my feet, bringing Taya with me, and lay her down, climbing on top of her. ‘Are you ready?’ I ask, taking a small break from her mouth to get her answer.
‘I am ready.’
I inhale and lift my hips, bucking when I feel the heat of her desire skim the tip of my arousal. ‘Jesus,’ I hiss, clenching my eyes closed, my nostrils flaring, as I attempt with everything I have to get a hold of myself or I’ll spill my seed before even being inside of her, and that would be most tragic. And a waste.