Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81718 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81718 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
I hear her exhale a heavy breath, and then her hand moves to my cock. She palms me through my boxer briefs. I keep my mouth shut. This is her time. I need her to know that she has all the control. I need her to feel safe to explore for the first time in her life.
“Are they all this… big?”
A huff of laughter leaves my chest. “If you’re trying to inflate my ego, baby, it’s working.”
“Did you make it do that?”
“Do what?”
“That twitch, or whatever it was.”
“Your hands are on me. I have no control over my body’s reaction to you. In fact, I should probably warn you that if this continues, and I hope that it does, I might make a mess of both of us.”
“Oh, you mean… get off?”
“That’s exactly what I mean.”
“Let’s do that.” There’s excitement in her voice.
“You want me to get you off?” It’s not where I thought this night was going, but if that’s what my girl wants, that’s what she’s going to get. It’s not like it’s a hardship for me.
“You. I want to get you off.”
My cock thickens, and she gasps. “Told you. It’s you, and I have no control.”
“Tell me what to do.”
“Just touch me. Stroke me.” I’m grappling with my control.
“What about my mouth?”
Fuck me. I pull in a slow, deep breath and exhale just the same. “You want my cock in your mouth, baby?”
“Yes.”
Fuck. I pray that I can hold off to give her time to practice or explore or whatever in the hell we’re calling this. Honestly, my brain is malfunctioning. I can barely remember how to speak.
Lifting my hips, I work my boxer briefs down over my hips. “The door.”
“What?”
“Lock the door. I do not want the girls to walk in and see this.”
“The door. Right. On it.” She scrambles off the bed and rushes to quietly shut the door and turn the lock. I make a mental note, one that I hope I can remember, to unlock it before we go to sleep in case the girls need us in the middle of the night.
She bounces back to the bed and settles next to me. She wastes no time palming my cock and stroking. She’s being gentle.
“Harder.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
“Show me.”
This woman, she’s trying to kill me.
Placing my hand over hers, I stroke from root to tip, squeezing, showing her what feels good. After a few strokes, I return my hand to lock behind my head. She strokes me, going slow, then fast, applying a little more pressure, then easing up.
My eyes are closed as I enjoy the feel of her hands on me. However, when I feel her tongue—her hot wet tongue that licks my tip—I let out a low, deep groan.
“Is that a good sound?” she asks.
“Very good.”
“What about if I do this?” She takes me into her mouth, and I see stars. “Is that good?”
“Are you playing with me?” I question her.
“No. I mean, I’ve never done this, but I’ve seen it done.”
“Where?”
“Porn.”
“You watch porn?”
“I’m a single mom of two with zero experience, as stupid as that sounds. So yeah, I watch porn.”
“What do you like?”
“I don’t really know. It’s not like I sit up in bed with my laptop every night and watch. I’ve just watched it a few times here and there over the years.”
“We’ll come back to this later,” I tell her. My mind is already going crazy with ideas of things we can try, or watch and then try. Fuck me, that’s so hot. “Your mouth is heaven, baby. I like anything you do to me.” That’s all the encouragement she needs as she takes me back into her mouth. This time to the back of her throat. She holds there, then releases me only to repeat the process over and over again.
She’s up on her knees and she’s rubbing her thighs together. “Do you need relief, baby?”
My cock falls out of her mouth with an audible pop. “I’m aching. I don’t know that I’ve ever been this turned on in my life.”
“You want my mouth or my fingers?”
“I thought I had your cock?” she asks, stroking me.
“On your pussy, baby. You want my mouth or my fingers?”
“I want all of it. I want you to be my first.” Her words are shy, a murmur into the darkness, but that doesn’t make them any less potent to my heart.
I know what it took for her to say that. I know what a huge step this is for her, after being violated and not remembering it. I’m glad she doesn’t remember. I think those memories would be even worse for her to battle.
“There’s no rush.”
“I don’t feel rushed, Forrest. I feel free. I feel excited and turned on. I feel safe, and I know that if I freak out, you’ll stop. I know that I want it to be you.”