Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
The air in the room thickened until it was like breathing in a sauna. I felt lightheaded. Anxious, yet excited to try something new, with a partner who cared about what I wanted. Maybe even more than his own desires.
Greg climbed onto the bed, straddling the backs of my thighs as he dug his cock out of his pants and put the condom on. My breasts were flattened under the weight of my body, and I shifted to make myself more comfortable.
Damp hands caressed up the length of my spine, sending tiny bursts of fireworks across my skin. I arched into his touch, practically purring like a cat. His tie tickled me when he leaned over, putting his chest against my back, and he tangled a hand in my hair. He used his hold to turn me into his kiss.
“Stop me,” he uttered.
It wasn’t a challenge. The soft way he’d said it was a check-in. He wanted to make sure I was okay with going further. I sipped air through my lips and let his hot mouth glance over the shell of my ear.
“Is this your fantasy?” I asked.
“Yes.” His hard cock rested where my cheeks split, and he moved his hips subtly, sliding it back and forth in the valley. “Fuck,” he said, “I might just come from the idea of it.”
The undone buckle from his belt was cold against my hip, but everywhere else I was warm and shaky. His lazy, teasing thrusts made me insane. They whispered all sorts of naughty things, telling me how badly I wanted to have him. It didn’t matter where. I trusted him to make it good. My pleasure seemed to be his top priority.
He supported himself on his hands on the outsides of my shoulders and lifted as I rose onto my elbow. I curled a hand behind his neck, keeping him from going too far.
I blurted it out before I lost my courage. “I want to try it.”
A shudder rolled through the body pressed to me, and he made a cut-off sound of surprise, as if too excited to hold it back. I loved that I could do that to him. Having that kind of impact made me feel powerful and confident—something I’d never had before when it came to sex.
Greg fumbled a hand on the bed beside us, fishing for the bottle of lube, and once it was located, he sat back on his heels. Cold, thick liquid dripped where we’d need it, oozing down in an enjoyable slide.
He leaned forward again, resting his left hand right beside my elbow, and his clothes brushed against my back. I imagined what we looked like, him in his serious doctor’s attire and me pinned beneath him, stark fucking naked. Every muscle in me squeezed tight with anticipation as I felt the tip of his cock gliding back and forth over my asshole, teasing what was about to happen. God, he was thick. I scrunched my eyes closed, mentally preparing myself.
“Relax,” he breathed. He dropped a line of soft kisses on the curve of my shoulder, trailing up my neck.
He pressed against me, increasing the pressure as he tried to get inside, and then abruptly—
“Oh!” I gasped.
The burning sensation was a lot. Almost overwhelming, but I blew out a long, slow breath, trying to even myself out. He’d stopped the moment I’d made a sound and held absolutely still. I shoved my face against the pillow, but couldn’t breathe, and when I turned my head to gain air, his hand was right there, splayed out on the mattress beside me.
“Slow,” I ordered in a hollow voice, but the command must have rung as loud as thunder in his ears because he did exactly as I said. He slipped a fraction of an inch further along.
I wasn’t in control of myself. I let my body take over, and as he eased deeper, I sank the edge of my teeth into the knuckle of his index finger. Anything to distract from the strange, powerful sensation that was so confusing, I had no idea if I liked it.
If my soft bite was hurting him, Greg didn’t let on. His tentative, gentle movements caused my brain to fracture into pieces. And as his impossibly slow tempo went along, the sensation began to shift. I relaxed, loosening up to his invasion, and with that . . . I got a hint of the pleasure he’d told me about.
It shouldn’t have felt good, yet it did. He made soft sounds of enjoyment. Tiny sighs and groans of satisfaction, and I quivered in response. It was so sexy. I unclamped my jaw, releasing my hold on his finger, and the bite I’d given him morphed into a kiss. It was my wordless signal I was comfortable, which he seemed to read loud and clear.