Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
I had half a second of thinking, “But…” and I might have even said it, but then the aphrodisiac must have decided that it was the boss because the next thing I knew, I had gotten the button of his pants undone. This time, he did not stop me.
His lips came to mine and my fingers went into his hair. I let out a needy moan. He pulled back and looked deep into my eyes.
“Maybe I should go to the other side of the house. Or the region. Fuck.”
“Yeah. Wait, no, don’t. Please don’t. I--- I need… Ugh.” It was starting to feel painful between my legs. “It kind of hurts. Or… aches.”
“It does hurt. I’m fucking aching for you, too, Tanya. I’m not going anywhere unless I take you with me.”
I let out a big breath, grabbed his face and attacked his mouth with mine.
He slowed it down. “We don’t have to rush. You don’t need this, Tanya,” he said between soft kisses.
“Oh, yes. Yes, I do,” I insisted, grabbing for his fly boldly, yanking down the zipper.
God. Who am I?
“You’re not going to actually die if I don’t fuck you.”
“Then why does it feel like that?”
It did. It really felt like I’d die if I didn’t have him inside me. Between my legs ached. They ached in a way that I’d never felt before. He smiled wide.
“You’re teasing me,” I whined. “God, it aches so much where I need you.”
He growled in response.
“I think I broke your zipper,” I said. I had the pull thing in my hand and the slider was attached to it. I tossed it.
Before I could have another coherent thought, I realized my hands were pulling out the hot, hard, penis from his cords.
“Do you have a condom? If you don’t come inside me, we won’t actually be married, will we?”
He bared his teeth. He did this because I was touching it.
“Whoa,” I said as I wiggled my fingers to get a better grip around it. It was wider than my grip. And long. I’d never touched one before. I liked the feel of it.
A. Lot.
“Is this gonna fit inside me?” I was looking down at it.
“Let’s find out,” he suggested huskily, while yanking a handful of my hair back so he could ravish my neck with his mouth. I made a noise I’ve never made in my life. If it had a name it might be ‘desperation’.
My hand moved between us, going up and down against his hardness.
He stood up and dropped his cords and then snatched at the waistband of my yoga pants and the elastic snapped off me kinda painfully before he grabbed them again, shoving them down. I looked down to see my panties being shredded with his fingers, then he was lifting me, turning, and putting my back against the wall again. He bent his knees while keeping his back arrow-straight and… and it seemed like he was lining up. Was he? Holy shit.
“We could just… take care of each other without having sex, right? Then you don’t have to actually marry me and---"
“You want to be my wife?”
I froze. “I really do,” I breathed. “I know you think I was trying to manipulate you, but Zane, I’ve never met anyone like you. I’ve never felt like this. I’m usually super shy, but with you…” He was fumbling down below.
Why did I tell him that? Why didn’t I hold that back? Wait. Oh. Oh wow. Was that Zane’s cock? I felt him slide it back and forth between the wetness between my legs. He moved back and forth a few times and he gave me those dimples and then his mouth opened slightly as if he was overcome with the sensation of rubbing himself on me, on my wetness. There was a lot of wetness.
“Oh wow.” That felt nice. Really, really nice.
“I agree,” he said, and his mouth came closer. His eyelids lowered and he increased the pace of rubbing it back and forth over me. Over my clit.
I wanted more; I wanted all of it.
But, he needed to know I’d never done this before. I needed to talk things over with him, explain about my past, get some answers about his state of mind regarding moving on, getting married, especially when it wasn’t a necessity to do it this soon.
“You should probably get that condom so that we don’t make this official. It won’t count, right?”
“Fuck that,” he said. “A barrier between us? No fucking way.”
“Or just touch each other? Use our mouths?” I swallowed down a lump. Wow. The idea of putting my mouth on him? I suddenly wanted that. A lot. “But uh, Zane---” I rocked against him, loving the sensations that rhythmic sliding of him over me was creating.
“Can’t wait another fucking second,” he grinded out through clenched teeth. “I just fucking can’t.”