Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
I push my hands to the skin of his waist and pull at his old band t-shirt, tugging it off of him. The steel hair at his temples glitters in the light from the moon that shines in from outside the window.
He’s so good-looking.
I marvel in wonder for a moment at what I see there against his tan skin. My hands cover the intricate tattoos on his chest, and I know I’ll dream about them tonight. I don’t know why I never thought of them before, but they make sense.
His body covers mine, and I feel born again under the touch of his hands. That touch finds its way up my borrowed shirt, lingering on the clasp of my bra.
I can’t believe Eddie will be my first time.
He pulls his lips away from mine reluctantly, breathing hard. “Is this okay?” he asks. As sweet as it is, I just want Eddie not to take it easy on me.
“Do you really have to ask me that now? Really?” I ask breathlessly.
“Kat,” he says desperately, cupping my face in his hands. He’s waiting for an answer, but I assume he can tell by my actions that I really want him.
I respond with just a nod, just a little gesture to soothe his questions, and I pull his lips back to mine, my tongue pushing wantonly into his mouth.
Though I may not be adept at this sort of thing, I at least know that my kissing is passable.
Eddie’s warm hands unclasp my bra and then feverishly move to my breasts, cupping them gently in his hands and then rubbing the nipples between his rough fingers. I let out a mewl in his ear, unable to stem the flow of my need for him.
My body feels like fire is burning its way through my veins. I can’t help but moan at the brush of his fingers as he tugs off my shirt, throwing it and my bra to the floor of his bedroom. I think they belong there.
Eddie kisses me slowly at first, his lips lightly brushing over the skin on my chin and neck. A blush spreads over my skin at his touch, making me feel hot.
He sucks hard at my skin, leaving a small purple bruise on my collarbone. Eddie smirks as he runs a finger across the bruise reverently, admiring his work.
His lips move to my chest. He presses open-mouthed kisses along each breast as if he’s marking his place there, letting me and anyone else know that I’m his and he is mine. He is slow with his tongue, licking over my nipples with intent.
He quickens the pace now, sending shivers throughout my body. This is my first encounter with a man, and he is breathtaking. Eddie is more than I could have ever hoped for.
His lips move to encompass each breast, teeth tugging at my nipples, the heat pulsing hot dampness between my legs.
I pull at his pants even as my hands tremble, dropping them to the floor. Eddie licks at a nipple softly again and again. Then his fingers dip down into my waistband and push gently inside me, and I can’t help but see stars.
Eddie’s lips move back to mine, his length hard and heavy as he presses against me. I can feel him twitch as I brush my fingers over the tip of his manhood, barely brushing him but bringing out a response anyway.
It makes me feel powerful, the fact that this man wants me so bad that the slightest touch is enough to send him tumbling right over the edge with it, and me along with him.
His big, hot hands move to my sweats. He curls his hand around my ass and tugs them down all the way, his lips following my waistline with his tongue, and then his teeth drag over the soft silk of my panties, scraping at the fabric that is already dripping wet with my arousal. I arch into him, pushing closer.
“Eddie, please,” I gasp, my back arching as he pulls my underwear down all the way and tosses them to the side. I can feel myself aching for his touch now.
His tongue flicks between my folds, where my juices have made a home, lapping up what was already dripping from his touch. He kisses down my thigh, using his mouth to clean me up gently. His long, dark hair tickles my skin, and his hands wrap around my hips, holding me down.
He looks up at me, entranced. His hazel eyes bright. “You are so fucking beautiful, Kat. You know that? I wanna see you come undone. You have no idea.”
I can feel myself buzzing with want, aching at his words and wanting them to come true for us. I can see how much he wants to claim me as his own, and I can’t think of anything that I want more either.