Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 104138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
He half-smiles, but it’s awkward, like he doesn’t quite know how to believe that yet.
Touching my nose to his, I whisper, “We’ll take it one breath, one moment…” I brush his lips with mine. “…One kiss at a time.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“I have lots of plans. Like now, I plan to kiss your neck…” I whisper straight into his ear. “Then I plan to lick a trail down your chest.” I wedge my hand between our bodies, undoing the button on his pants.
“Oh yeah? Then what?” he asks, arching his hips while I tug at his waistband, guiding his pants and boxers down his legs. He kicks them from his ankles while I rip off my t-shirt.
“Then…” I continue, kissing and nibbling my way down his body. “I plan to do this…” Hovering my mouth above his cock, my tongue darts out, flicking his swollen head.
“Christ, Theodore,” he moans, the words muffled from biting his bottom lip.
Lowering my head, I take him all the way to the back of my mouth, sucking him deep until he hits my throat. For a few seconds, I hold him there, the tip of my tongue tracing the thick vein that travels along the centre of his rigid shaft.
“Mmm,” I groan, knowing the vibrations from my lips will drive him insane as I slowly drag my mouth up and down.
Releasing his cock, I blow softly, the sensation causing James to moan, fisting the sheets by his side. “You like that, huh?” I say, grinning proudly, fully aware of the answer.
Shifting a little lower down the mattress, I pry his legs further apart, my hands on the inside of his thighs, and run my tongue down the seam of his balls, stopping when I reach his tight hole. Moistening my lips, I kiss the puckered rim before dipping the tip of my tongue just barely inside.
“Oh fuck,” he breathes, gripping my hair. Then he yanks my head away, leaving me bewildered and panting for air.
“You’re the one getting fucked tonight, Theodore.” His voice is firm, demanding, and it makes every nerve ending in my body tingle with excitement.
In less than a second, he’s pinned me on my back, my jeans halfway down my legs. I hardly have time to take a breath before his hot mouth is clamped around my cock. He’s not gentle, doesn’t take his time. He’s urgent, fast, in complete control.
“S-stop.” My tone is weak, yet begging. It’s been too long, he feels too good, and if he doesn’t slow down the moment I’ve been anticipating for weeks will be over in seconds.
James looks up, his lips curled into a mischievous grin…then he goes back for more.
“Oh my God,” I whimper, my hips bucking of their own accord, pushing my throbbing cock further into his mouth.
As if he knows when I’m about to enter the point of no return, he releases me and moves between my cheeks. He sucks, licks, and kisses in between fucking me with his fingers. Then he lands back on my cock and starts all over again.
“P-please, James,” I urge. “I can’t hold off much longer.” I’m writhing and panting under his assault, my balls heavy, aching for release.
Offering me a moment of mercy while I remember how to breathe, James crawls onto his knees and nestles himself between my legs.
Stretching, I fumble in the bedside table drawer, plucking out a condom and a bottle of lube. James takes them from me, twiddling the condom between his fingers as he lowers his lips to my ear. “Let me feel you properly,” he whispers. “I haven’t been with anyone but you since I was last tested.”
Neither have I.
“I want to feel you around me, nothing between us, just me and you.”
“Yes,” I breathe, taking the condom from his fingers and tossing it over the edge of the bed.
Falling back on his heels, our gazes interlocked, James drizzles some lube onto his fingers before wrapping them around his cock and massaging it up and down. He rubs the excess around my hole, working his fingers in and out a couple more times, before nudging the entrance with his cock and falling forward onto my chest.
One hand around the nape of my neck, the other gripping the back of my thigh, he speaks into my ear. “I love you, Theodore,” he murmurs, pushing into me slowly.
The pressure is exquisite, and I palm his neck, never taking my eyes off him. “James…” I sigh his name, the feeling of him inside me, stretching, filling me, almost too much to handle. A rush of emotion overwhelms me, tears pricking the back of my eyes as he slides gently, leisurely, in and out of my body.
As if sensing the intensity, the significance of this moment, he kisses my lips, his tongue softly tickling mine. “You feel incredible this way.”
My hips move in rhythm with his, my cock rubbing against his stomach. I grip his back, the pads of my fingers digging into his shoulder blades. “Oh, yeah…right there. Feels…so good,” I choke out, his pace increasing steadily.
We’re connected, body and soul, nothing between us, and it’s perfect. He’s perfect. “I love you so much, James.”
He kisses me again, soft and gentle, and when he pulls away, straightening his back and grabbing my other thigh, I know he’s about to switch gear.
“Take your dick, Theodore. I want to watch you while I pound the fuck out of you.”
Swallowing, my heart rate quickening in anticipation, I reach for my cock, curling my fingers around the base.
“Ready?” he asks with a wicked spark in his dark eyes.
Too breathless to speak, I start to nod…but he rocks into me with so much force my head smacks the headboard before I’ve finished. “Fuck,” I hiss, hammering my cock with my hand.
His deep thrusts come hard and fast, the effort creating glistening beads of sweat on his chest. Pressure builds in my stomach and tingles shoot down my spine as he hits a spot I didn’t even know existed, over and over again.