Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Selena looked down at herself, then up at me. Holding my gaze, she let go of my shoulders long enough to shrug out of her shirt altogether. Her breasts were round globes cuddled together by blue lace. A front clasp. My fingers hovered over it uncertainly.
That’s a bad idea. My own words came back to haunt me. I settled for skimming my finger over the generous swell of her breasts, dipping down to the very edge of the scalloped lace but not beneath.
Selena moaned and arched her back, offering them up to me. Then, when I still didn’t do it myself, she reached up and undid the clasp herself. My mouth went dry at the sight of her full, round breasts bared, her pink nipples forming hard peaks as the air hit them. “Take me upstairs,” she repeated softly, insistently.
This time, I didn’t have it in me to resist. I slipped my hands under her ass again and boosted her up into my arms. She wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, molding herself against me. As we passed a mirror, I caught sight of her smooth bare back, the slim ridge of her spine disappearing into the heavy fall of her honey brown hair. And I caught sight of my own face–a man who had lost control of himself, who wanted something more than he’d wanted anything in his life and might just let himself have it.
I carried her easily up the stairs and into my bedroom, kicking the door closed behind us. I lowered Selena down onto the edge of my bed, pushed her down, and recaptured her mouth. I covered her body with mine, keeping my weight on one arm so I could stroke her slim torso, over the ridges of her ribs, up to her warm breasts.
“Touch me more,” she whispered, trying to slip her hand between our bodies. I tensed as her hand brushed my erection. She’d been going to unsnap her jeans, but she noticed my reaction and smiled. Before I could stop her, she was stroking the heavy bulge in my pants. It felt so good it was almost painful. No, fuck that, it was painful. I groaned and bit back a curse, my hand clamping around her breast, pinching her nipple, returning the exquisite torture.
“If I touch you more, we’ll go too far,” I muttered, practically blind with lust as I stared down at her, felt her small hand on my cock through my pants, bringing nerve endings to life I didn’t know existed.
“I want to go far,” she insisted. “Stop treating me like a China doll. I won’t break.”
I shook my head even as I ground against her hand and lowered my mouth to her ear, scraping my teeth over her earlobe. I wanted to give her as much pleasure as she was giving me. More. But I couldn’t, wouldn’t, fuck her.
“Has anyone ever given you an orgasm?” I asked, my words coming out through clenched teeth as I fought not to come just from the feel of her hand over my pants. I wasn’t sixteen.
Selena shook her head. “I’ve never let anyone get this close,” she whispered, turning so that her mouth was right against my ear now.
The words were simultaneously an injection of adrenaline that went straight to my ego and a reminder that I couldn’t go too far with her. “Then let me be the first.” I finally let myself do what I’d wanted from the very beginning and peeled off her jeans, taking her panties with them. Selena showed no signs of virginal shyness, though I knew this must be her first time being naked in front of a man. Not even as I parted her knees and lowered my head, tasting her.
She gasped, and her hands went to my hair. Her thighs clenched on either side of my head, but she didn’t try to close them. I reached one hand up to play with her breasts while I licked in deeper, then sucked at the tender bud between her legs. She was already warm and wet, but she got wetter as I worked, and her moans got louder.
“That’s right, baby,” I muttered, pinching her nipples with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other. I hadn’t even entered her yet, and she was close.
“Dominic,” she gasped, “it feels…”
“I know.”
She had been running her fingers through my hair, but as the sensation got more intense, she moved her hands to the bed where she could fist them in the sheets as the waves rose in her.
I slipped a finger in. She was primed, but she was still so tight. I could feel her walls trembling as they accommodated my second finger. I pumped in and out, lowering my mouth to her clit. Her knees jerked up on either side of my head, and a moan tore from her throat.