Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
It was incredible. The feeling of his cock sliding against mine amplified the pleasure somehow. I didn’t want him to do all the work like last time, so I took over. It was gratifying to see him respond to what I was doing.
We both really got into it, but there was a lot more I wanted to try. After a while, I kissed his lips, then his neck, before sliding down and kissing his stomach. He chuckled and murmured, “That tickles.” When I took the tip of his cock in my mouth, he made a sound that was an awful lot like a purr.
Since I’d only been on the receiving end of a blow job, I’d never realized how intensely pleasurable giving one could be. It was such a huge turn-on that my cock started to throb, but I ignored it so I could focus on Embry.
He was very vocal and incredibly responsive, which I loved. I paid close attention to what made him squirm and moan and gasp. My technique was clumsy, and I was only able to take a few inches in my mouth without triggering my gag reflex, but his reactions made it clear he was enjoying it anyway.
I would have happily finished him off that way, but after a few minutes, he murmured, “I need you inside me, Bry.”
I sat up and blurted, “Hell yes. Talk me through it, okay?”
“Absolutely.”
We both shifted around, so he was straddling my lap as I leaned against the headboard. He squirted some lube onto my hand, and I slid my finger into his tight little ass, following his instructions. When I happened to graze his prostate, he moaned and bucked, and I told him, “I’m definitely making a mental note of that spot.” That made him grin.
When he decided he was ready, he slicked my cock with a lot of lube and explained, “I’m going to start off on top, so I can control how fast and deep we go. Once I adjust, we have a ton of positions to choose from.”
He kept talking as he held the base of my cock and lowered himself onto it. I really liked how relaxed and chatty he was. It counterbalanced my nervousness, somehow. “We’re starting off with your basic cowboy, which I definitely like,” he said. “From here, we can move on to the launch pad, or deep impact, or the folded deck chair—”
“You’re making those up.”
He smiled at me and draped his arms over my shoulders. “I swear I’m not.”
When he winced a little, I asked, “Are you okay, Em? Should we stop?”
“I’m fine. It’s just going to take me a minute to get used to being stretched like that.”
He exhaled slowly and held still. At that point, he’d taken every inch and was sitting on my hips. I kissed him gently and ran my hands down his thighs, and he rested his forehead against mine.
In that small, quiet moment with our bodies joined, I felt so many emotions all of a sudden. I didn’t even know what to do with them all.
But pretty soon he began to move, sliding up and down on my cock, which sent waves of pleasure radiating through me. I was glad to have that shift in focus—until I realized this was even more intense and emotional.
I’d never felt like that during sex. It had always been purely physical, in my experience. The fact that a pretend relationship had led to the first real connection of my life wasn’t lost on me.
Not that this was the time to overanalyze it. Instead, I focused on Embry and his reactions. After the line between his brows eased and he started to relax, we shifted positions. He rolled onto his back and put his ankles on my shoulders, grinning as he murmured, “Folding deck chair.” That made me chuckle.
I slid into him carefully and started with shallow thrusts. I was worried about hurting him, but he muttered, “Harder, please,” so I did as he asked. When I shifted slightly, it became pretty obvious that I’d found a good angle. He began moaning and bucking underneath me, which was incredibly gratifying.
Once I knew he wasn’t just okay but thoroughly enjoying himself, I could let go. I was overwhelmed by pleasure and sensation, by Embry, by the incredible connection that electrified the air around us. He clawed my back, arching off the bed, wild and totally uninhibited as he blurted, “Yes, fuck me. Make me yours.” A sound tore from me that was close to a growl. I fucked him harder still, and he threw his head back and moaned.
He slipped a hand between us and started jerking himself off, which sent us racing toward the same destination. Pretty soon, he cried out and shot onto his stomach, and that tipped me over the edge. I braced a hand against the headboard and yelled as I came, my voice unrecognizable to me as I shot deep inside him.