Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 44(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 44(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
I fist my cock, squeezing hard to stay my orgasm. This isn’t about me. It’s about her. I’ve gotta make this good for her. I can’t forget myself.
I get close enough to run a finger over the soft pad of her lips. “One day, I’ll fuck you here.”
Her eyes grow heavy and her lips part, allowing my finger to penetrate her mouth.
Fuck. If I don’t stop now, I’m going to blow.
She reaches for me then hesitates.
“You can touch me, baby. I want you to.”
“Like this?” She runs a finger up the side of my dick and it jerks. She pulls away, so I take her hand and guide it. Her fingers are small and dainty, and the sight of them clutching my cock threatens to make me explode.
I cast about for something to distract me. Anything. “The last time you tried to come up here. This summer, when you got a flat. Were you…?”
“Trying to give you my virginity?” She nods. “That was attempt number one.”
And I lectured her about her tires and sent her home. “I’m an idiot.”
“My seduction technique needs work.” She touches her thumb to the head of my dick, gathering the precum and spreading it around. Then she wraps her fingers around the shaft and gives it a tug.
My thighs tremble as I fight the urge to spill in her hand. “Your technique is just fine.” I pull her hand away. “You’re too good.”
She narrows her eyes like she doesn’t believe me. I trace her soft lips again.
“Before, when you were on your knees… I couldn’t stop thinking of this. Then I hated myself for it,” I tell her.
“Why?”
“How can someone like me ever hope to deserve you?”
She grabs my hand and kisses it. “I want you.”
I shift so I can line myself up with her pussy. It’s now or never, or I’m gonna come on my sheets.
I stop. “I don’t have a condom.” How could I be so stupid? This cabin has been my haven, my place of hibernation. I live like a monk. “I’ve never had a girl up here.”
“It’s okay.” Lainey’s hips jerk towards mine, silently begging. “I’m on the pill.”
“I’ve been tested. I don’t have anything. Any STDs.”
“Neither do I,” she tells me, solemn.
I pass a hand over her, memorizing the curve of her belly, the generous swell of her hips. My work-rough hands are tanned and stained with ink, obscene beside her pure flesh. An angel and an abomination. The sacred and the profane.
There’s no redemption for a man like me. Lainey is as close to heaven as I’ll ever come.
But I’m damned if I can’t stop myself from possessing her all the way.
6
Lainey
Joel looms over me, his hands on each one of my knees. He sits between my legs like I always imagined. My thoughts are slow and loopy as my body sinks further into the comfortable bed. I want to stay here forever.
“I'll need to go slow,” he rasps. “I don't want to hurt you.”
“I don't want you to hold back. I want it all.” I've risked this much and come so far. We’re not stopping now.
I prop myself up and reach for him, draw him down, and kiss me. His beard scrapes my face. I taste myself on his lips, a musky and sharp flavor, with a hint of Joel underneath.
“I want this,” I whisper into his mouth, and that seems to be enough.
He shifts himself over me. “All right, Lainey. All right.” His hand comes to my left breast, the ragged nap of calluses catching on my soft skin in a rough caress.
He dips his head and kisses me deeper. I open to him, inviting him to give me more. We fall back into each other as easily as if we were born to do it.
His dick probes my entrance. I’m wet enough, he can push in. The stretch burns in the best way. I make a little sound and he pauses but I arch my hips up, letting him sink in a little more.
He holds himself over me, not quite all the way inside me. His broad shoulders fill my vision. All I can see is him.
“Breathe, Lainey.”
I pant against his mouth. I scrape my nails down his back, scratching lightly. He's left his mark on me and I want to leave my mark on him.
Will he remember this night? Will he think of me fondly? Or will this barely be a blip on his radar; the faintest memory?
“Lainey,” he calls. “Come back to me.”
I blink, and study the glacier ice in his eyes. I tip my hips up and dig my nails into his back, pulling him closer. I want my skin to meld to his.
He rocks over me, moving deeper. His weight comes down on me slowly, and I breathe to better accept the pressure. Finally, he’s sheathed fully inside me, his hips cradled in mine. I feel him deep in my belly. We're together as close as people can be. It’s everything I've ever wanted.