Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
“I’ll forget everything but you, Thea. Everything.”
“Me too,” she whispers, taking my hand and guiding me to the stone bench where we first sat, side by side. Only it’s fully dark now, except for the moon and a scattering of stars. A slow, languid breeze stirs the grass and the leaves of the courtyard trees. It blows Thea’s dark hair across her face as she pushes me into a sitting position and stands between my outstretched thighs. We’re eye-to-eye, with me sitting down, and my chest crowds to the point of bursting when she settles her small hands on my shoulders trustingly.
Guilt tries to intrude. I’ve unintentionally taken the last of her family.
I’ve lied and betrayed her.
But then she settles her soft lips on my hard ones and every ounce of darkness in me drains from my fingertips, leaving me, replacing itself with wonder. The wonder of her.
It’s my first kiss, as well as hers. But in the nasty corners of the earth where I’ve roamed, I’ve seen coupling taking place in alleys and black corners of irreputable establishments. I’ve seen and heard things against my will. I know the mechanics of sex, the objective of it. There will be none of that impersonal filth here tonight. No. Not with this angel. Never with my angel. But I’m grateful that I know enough to guide us. Know enough to coax her mouth open and find her tongue, her gasp melting on mine. The willing way she gives it back to me, offering her slickness, licking it against me, making an eager sound in her throat.
My fingertips drag side to side on the backs of her knees. I’m keen to grip her juicy arse in both hands, but I strive for patience, determined to make her first time as perfect as it can be. Determined not to rush. To be grateful for this gift and not be selfish. Still, it gets harder not to gorge myself, to roughen my touch when she starts kissing me with more and more excitement, gasping, her fingers digging into my shoulders. She’s affected. Her little knees are pressed to my stomach now, our lips slanting hungrily, and I can no longer keep my palms from sliding up the smooth backs of her thighs to knead her gorgeous bottom.
“Duncan,” she whimpers, straddling me on the bench, her bare cunt pressing down on the bulge of my crotch. “I love kissing you.”
My head falls back on a groan. How many miracles am I going to be given?
To be in this courtyard with Thea, having her speak to me, would have been the best thing to ever happen in my life. To be kissing her, to have her enjoying it, is almost unthinkable. To have her rubbing around in my lap is transporting me to heaven, a place I never expected to see. “My mouth and hands and cock are yours, angel,” I rasp, overcome with the tightening sensation in my chest, the rollicking beat of my heart. “Use them how you wish.”
“I will,” she says, raising her chin. But looking down between us, her confidence slips almost immediately—and it’s easy to tell why. Her thighs on top of mine, the way her feet dangle so high above the grass, calls into focus the difference in our size once again. “B-but you have to help me.”
Her quiet plea is like an arrow piercing me in the throat. So sharp I can’t speak.
Desperate to calm my angel’s fears, I kiss her again, sinking my tongue deep into her mouth while gathering the hem of her nightgown in my hands. Lifting it up past her waist, holding it there until she relaxes again, her thighs flexing to snuggle closer, bringing her pussy flusher to my lap and—shyly, hesitantly—rocking.
Rocket bursts go off behind my eyes, my balls tightening ominously.
“Beautiful, horny girl,” I mutter into her neck, rubbing the pad of my tongue beneath her ear, down the silky side of her neck. Then I’m back to her lips, our mouths frantic to gather each other’s tastes. “You can rub it on me, angel. There’s nothing wrong about that.”
Once again, she opens her thighs and struggles closer, my grip on her buttocks urging her forward, helping her grind once, twice. “Duncan,” she sobs. “I can’t get close enough.”
Her problem becomes mine to solve—and I do. I rip my shirt straight down the middle and slough it off my arms, offering my skin to warm her. And she does. She nestles into me with a happy sound, going back to kissing me and undulating in my lap. My cock is in utter agony from being confined, from having her little pussy riding on top of it, faster and faster, but I don’t rush her. I don’t throw her down onto the grass and fuck her savagely like I need to. I hold onto my seed with all of my might, smoothing my hands up and down the taut curves of her ass, giving her my tongue over and over until I’m dizzy, until my heart is lodged in my throat from the perfection of this creature. My angel.