Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 120165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
I could feel the robe soaking all the water from my skin and when he dropped me on my back on the bed, I was mostly dry. The robe flopped open a little, revealing my bare legs, my bare pussy and a narrow slice of my upper body, just the sides of my breasts visible. I lay there with my hair a damp halo around my head, staring up at him. I felt...different. Dreamy and relaxed and hornier than I’d ever been. There was a connection that hadn’t been there before, a closeness that came from knowing the worst of him and the best of him. It was like a current that flowed between us: from the look in his eyes, he could feel it, too. He gazed down at me and, without words, began very slowly and deliberately undressing.
First his shining leather shoes and socks came off. Then he unbuckled his leather belt and pulled it through the belt loops.
I could feel my hand wandering. Without conscious thought, it moved down between my thighs.
His chest filled as he inhaled. He stared at my fingers as I began to tease my lips. Then he locked eyes with me and started to pop the buttons of his shirt one by one.
My fingertips stroked down the join of my lips and then glided back up, already sticky, and I caught my breath as I circled my clit. It was almost as if it was someone else doing it. I didn’t feel like I was teasing or performing, I was just responding to the look he was giving me, out of control.
He opened his soaked shirt and tugged it down his arms and off. I swallowed as those glorious, hard pecs came into view, shining wetly. My fingers traced down my lips again and I felt them part.
He unfastened his pants and let them fall. He stepped out of them and now I could see the jutting outline of his cock as it stretched out the fabric of his soaking, black jockey shorts. I inhaled, my breath trembling, my fingertips easing between my lips, feeling my wetness.
He stripped off the jockey shorts and stood naked. He took his cock in one hand and began to stroke the hard shaft, and even though I wanted to stare at the swelling, purple-pink head, I couldn’t look away from his eyes. We were joined, the two of us locked together in a feedback loop: what he was doing to me and what I was doing to him. The room fell silent, the only sound was our breathing and the slow movement of our hands. The tension built and built. I could feel my fingers getting wetter, could hear his breathing hitch as his cock strained in his hand—
A breathy moan escaped me, and I shifted my feet on the bed, opening them just a little to give myself better access. That pushed him past breaking point. He grabbed a condom off the dresser and rolled it on as he marched towards the bed. He slid his hands between my thighs and shoved them roughly apart, sending the robe flying open and baring me. His gaze raked down my body and stopped on my pussy. He positioned himself, the head of his cock just breaching my entrance, and I gasped. Then he thrust up into me and I groaned and rolled my head back on the bed at the silken stretch of him, the hot throb of him inside me.
I lifted my knees just as he thrust again, sinking deeper, gliding on my wetness, and I bit my lip and thrashed my head. He pulled back and I grabbed at his shoulders, his arms, already aching for him. He slammed forward and this time buried himself completely inside me, little droplets of water shaking loose from his chest and tumbling down as his groin met mine. A wave of pleasure washed through me, leaving me gasping, and I trembled, my toes tapping the bed, heady at the feel of him so deep.
He lowered himself, taking his weight on his elbows, and cupped my breasts in his hands. My skin was super sensitive from the bath, and I caught my breath as he stroked me. Then he pressed my breasts together, dipped his head and licked across both my nipples, and I twisted and circled my hips, pushing my breasts up to meet him. Radimir groaned as my walls caressed his shaft. “God!” He looked down at me in wonder. I panted and did it again, a giggle escaping me, and his eyes widened.
It had never felt like this before. I felt happy and... free. Him opening up to me had changed everything. This is what it’s like, I realized, when you’re with someone you trust completely. I loved it. But a little part of me wondered if this meant we’d lost something, too, that dark edge of danger. I circled my hips one more time, teasing him—