Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 95326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Ending our kiss, he dips his head down, and with his nose, pushes my shirt up, trailing kisses up my stomach. I pull my shirt the rest of the way over my head and throw it to the side. My bra is still on, but my nipples have pebbled through the thin material. He kisses then sucks on each one, leaving a wet spot where his mouth was.
“Your tits are fucking perfect,” he murmurs as he lowers one of the cups and wraps his perfect lips around the hardened bud. And then he bites down—hard—and that’s all it takes for my orgasm to rip through my body.
Before I can catch my breath, Jase is reaching back and pulling his shirt over his head. I only have a moment to appreciate the work of art that is his body before he pushes his sweatpants down, forcing my gaze to leave his tattoo-covered chest and go lower. Gripping his thick shaft in his hand, he strokes it once, twice, and then in one fluid motion, enters me.
I could’ve stopped him. But I didn’t. The pain tears through me. Not wanting to scream, my mouth finds his shoulder, and I bite down. The act spurs him on, and he thrusts deeper into me, pushing through the barrier of my virginity. Then he stills as if he felt it.
“Celeste,” he whispers. He’s about to pull out. I can feel it. But before he does, I lock my ankles around his backside.
“Keep going,” I plead. His head lifts, and his eyes meet mine. They’re dark and filled with regret. “Please,” I beg. His eyes squeeze shut as he wars with himself. It’s too late now. He’s already taken my virginity. “Please,” I repeat. My hands come up to his head, and I tug on his hair, pulling his face toward mine. My lips fuse against his. Without opening his eyes, he kisses me back and thrusts into me again. This time, though, it’s slower, more gentle. He knows. One of his hands cradles the side of my head while the other comes down between us, landing on my clit.
Jase continues to fuck me, but I’m not sure if what he’s doing can even be called fucking. It’s more like he’s making love to me, only it can’t be called making love either. We barely know each other. You can’t love someone you barely know. He works me up once again, and before I know it, I’m climaxing for a second time with Jase following right behind.
We both still as we catch our breath. Jase’s head falls onto my chest, and I feel his thick lashes flutter against my over-sensitive flesh. He lets out a groan and shakes his head. I’m afraid to say anything. I should’ve told him I was a virgin. That’s on me. He lifts off me as he pulls out, taking his warmth with him. His eyes go wide as he looks down. My gaze follows his, and that’s when I see it. Blood covering his still semi-hard length, proving what he was probably hoping wasn’t true.
He stands, and without saying a word, heads into his bathroom. I’m stuck, frozen in place, unsure what I should do now. I need to clean up. And that’s when it hits me. We didn’t use protection. I’m on birth control, but that’s beside the point. I consider joining him in the bathroom, but wonder if that would be too intimate. Should I wait for him to get out and then haul my ass inside? Before I can figure out what to do, Jase exits the bathroom carrying a washcloth. He spreads my legs and wipes down my center—the cream-colored material turns crimson.
He tosses it into his hamper and grabs a new pair of boxers for himself. Then he picks the shirt I was wearing up off the floor and hands it to me. I thank him and shrug it on, barely making eye contact. I think he’s going to hand me back my panties or his boxers, but he doesn’t. Instead, he crawls into bed next to me and pulls me into his body until our fronts are almost flush against each other.
“You should’ve told me,” he murmurs, pushing my hair out of my face.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper back, feeling completely embarrassed.
“I should’ve used a condom. I know it’s going to sound cliché as fuck, but I always use one. I don’t know what the hell got into me.” I flinch at his words, but try to hide it. I’d rather not think about all the other women he’s been with.
“I’m on birth control,” I admit softly.
We lay together in silence for a few minutes, and then Jase murmurs, “I’ve never felt anything like this. I’ve been with my fair share of women, but I’ve never felt this connection. I know we’ve only just met, but tell me you feel it too.”