Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
“Tell me.” She licked the length of my shaft, bottom to top.
“You’d have had a hot mouthful in about three seconds.”
Her eyes flicked up to mine. “I used to have this one fantasy about you.” She licked me again from root to tip.
“You did?”
“Yeah.” She wrapped her fist around me and swirled her tongue across the crown.
“What did I do?”
She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she took the tip of my cock between her lips and sucked gently, making my entire lower body tighten—abs, thighs, core.
“Instead of studying, you took me up to your room.” She did it again, taking a little more of me into her mouth this time. “You kissed me like I wanted to be kissed. You undressed me.”
“Yes,” I whispered through clenched teeth as she took me a little deeper, sucked a little harder.
“And you held me like I wanted to be held.”
“Yes.” She took me to the back of her throat, and I couldn’t help rocking my hips—slowly and gently, so I didn’t lose control—my hands clenching the sheets.
After a moment, she pulled me from her mouth and slipped my swollen flesh through both fists. “You put your hands all over my body. You touched me everywhere. You let me touch you. You said you wanted me to be your first.”
“Fuck.” I was so hard, so desperate for her, I felt like the teenager she was describing. “I did want that.”
“And I wanted you to be mine, but I was scared,” she whispered, lowering her mouth to me again, licking me like candy. “Because you were so big. I thought you might hurt me.”
She sucked again, taking me in deep, using her hands along the hot, slippery length of my erection. I fisted one hand in her hair and rolled my hips beneath her.
“But we couldn’t stop ourselves. And it did hurt,” she said, pausing for a breath. “But just for a minute. You were so gentle with me. You said you wanted to make me come.”
“And did I?”
“Yes. I couldn’t get enough. I still can’t.” She took me in deep again, and this time I couldn’t hold back. With my hand clenched tight in her hair, I fucked her mouth hard and fast, nearly out of my mind with the need to release all the tension in my body. But before it happened, I pulled out and flipped her onto her back.
“Don’t you want me to finish?” she asked breathlessly, wiping her mouth with her wrist.
“I need to be inside you.” I licked my fingers and eased them between her legs, but she was already wet and swollen with desire, which pushed me closer to the edge. “Like I wanted to then.”
She didn’t argue, and seconds later I was plunging into her, and she was muffling her cries in my shoulder. I didn’t last much longer than I would have at eighteen, but as the orgasm tore through me, I felt her body pulsing around mine and felt closer to her than I’d ever felt to anyone.
“Don’t go back to your room tonight,” I whispered, brushing her hair back from her face. “Stay here with me.”
Her expression was torn. “I want to.”
“Just this once,” I said. “Stay until the sun comes up. I’ll make sure you get back to your room early.” I kissed her softly. “I promise.”
“Okay,” she whispered. “I’ll stay.”
A few minutes later, she was nestled along my side in the dark, my hands gently caressing her back.
“So was that true?” I asked. “That story you told—did you really have fantasies like that about me?”
“Yes,” she said, laughing softly. “All the time. Didn’t you ever have a fantasy about me?”
I kissed the top of her head. “They were all about you.”
She snuggled closer, and we fell asleep.
In the morning, I got to see her in the first pale pink light of the day, and she’d never looked more beautiful. It felt so right to have her there with me—to kiss her goodnight and hold her in my arms as we drifted off and wake up to kiss her in the morning. I wished I didn’t have to let her go.
But I woke her up as promised, and after slipping back into her pajamas, she went hurrying back across the hall to her own room.
We did that every night for the next week, and each morning she stayed a little longer in my bed, the light growing more golden on her skin.
Each time, it was harder to let her go.
Fifteen
Beckett
The following Tuesday I was walking out of the barn to head in for dinner when motion caught my eye over by the maple tree. I glanced over and saw Maddie in the swing. She’d twisted the ropes over her head and was letting them unravel and spin her around.
Amused, I headed in her direction. “Doesn’t that make you dizzy?”