Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Stefan will be good at that.
He has that sexy older man vibe going on in spades.
But I can’t spend too much time dwelling because I have work to do on the first part of the article that sets the scene. And I want to get it written as soon as possible so that it isn’t clouded by what happens next. It’s important to capture first impressions and my early thoughts about the subject, and writing while it’s all fresh will make for a more marked transformation through the piece.
The trouble is, I can’t concentrate.
My mind is a scramble of anticipation mixed with trepidation.
My attention keeps drifting to the vibrator I know is Stefan’s. I couldn’t stop myself from looking. It feels like preparation to know in advance what I’m going to be getting.
The big question is, how far I’m going to go with him? Will he be my first? Will he expect that and will I feel comfortable enough to go that far?
I think through all the men downstairs and imagine what each would be like, knowing they were my first. It’s impossible to pick between them even though they’re so different.
This must be what Dawn and Kyla felt like. So many men, like a smorgasbord of opportunity, and no way to select a preference.
I’m part way into my work, and around two hours have passed, when there’s a gentle tap on the door, I almost jump out of my skin. As it’s ajar, Stefan sees my reaction and holds his hands out, palms facing me. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
He’s so striking that it would be impossible for any woman not to do a double-take, but it’s his charming smile and golden-tinged green eyes that totally disarm me.
I stand, smoothing my hands over my shorts, conscious of the heat that’s prickling my skin. My internal voice whispers to tell him I’m working. It’s too soon. I’m not prepared. But the truth is I don't think I’m ever going to be truly ready. “It’s okay. Come in. Close the door.” My heart hammers a frantic drumbeat against the cage of my ribs, as though it’s desperate to escape.
When Stefan takes a step into my room and pushes the door firmly shut, I instinctively take a step back. “Shall I lock it too?”
“Definitely.” I smile nervously and take another step back. With Stefan in the room, it suddenly feels so much smaller. He isn’t an overwhelmingly large man, but his lean broadness and height make me feel tiny and insubstantial. That and the reason he’s here.
“I can feel your nerves from here.” He tips his head to one side and peruses me. “I get why you feel that way. This is a weird situation and my first time with a woman I haven’t kissed or at least seduced.”
“The first time you’ve been in a situation with a woman who knows what your cock looks like when you haven’t got it out yet?”
He grins at my attempt to break the tension; the expression crinkling his eyes and making them seem soft and kind.
“Yeah. That’s the weirdest part.” He takes a step forward, and then another, carefully as though he’s conscious that a sudden move will startle me. I hold my ground, even though I feel like backing against the wall, pressing myself against the cool plaster, watching him move with trepidation pulsing in every cell of my body.
“It’s a weird situation,” he says, his voice taking on a low gravelly quality that makes the back of my neck feel fizzy. “But I’ll make it good for you, Allie. If it’s what you want? You can relax. I’ll lead the way.”
When he’s close enough to touch me, his eyes drop to my lips. He traps his bottom lip between his teeth, a moment of restraint and consideration before he moves to the next step. “It is what you want?”
My voice feels trapped within the tightness of my throat, so I nod, eyes wide with anticipation. I want to kiss him. I want to know what those lips will feel like against mine. But kissing is intimate. Isn’t that why it’s said sex workers reserve it for their lovers? Will Stefan even want to do that with me?
The answer comes quicker than I expect. First, he slides his thumb across my bottom lip, testing its plump softness. Then he dips down, and I let my eyelids fall, needing the dark safety behind them, wanting the anticipation that not quite knowing what’s coming next will bring.
Our first kiss is like the slow drip of honey from a fresh comb, sweet and languid. Stefan explores my mouth, his hands cradling my nape and gently gripping the sides of my throat. When I moan, he goes deeper, sliding his tongue over mine so perfectly that my knees go weak.