Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63555 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63555 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“Yesss,” I say on an exhale while he laps languidly at my inner lips, whimpering when he dips carefully inside.
And then his hands are beneath me, and he lifts my hips, bracing himself up on his elbows as he grips my ass in his giant hands. When he squeezes my cheeks, it spreads them apart, and I suck in a breath as he places the flat of his tongue there, but I only have a split second to be embarrassed before the soothing balm of it overshadows everything else.
His movements aren’t hurried, no matter how long this goes on, his tongue making long, languid trips from the very bottom of me to the hood of my clit. And just as my hips make their very first instinctive roll against his face, he lowers me back to the bed and crawls back up my body.
I look up at him from the puddle of goo I’ve become, feeling my drugged expression lift into a lazy smile.
“Feel better?” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my lips then nuzzling his nose lightly against mine.
“Yeah,” I breathe with a slow blink at how gorgeous he is above me.
He grins devilishly but then his face relaxes into a soft smile. “I’d give anything to make love to you right now, little mouse, but I want you to know I’ll never hurt you. And in order to keep to that promise, your sweet little pussy needs to rest.”
My heart thuds behind my ribs at the sincerity of his tone. “O-Okay,” I whisper.
Suddenly, I’m on top of him, and I squeak at the swift way he’s moved me into a straddle above his abs, and although I feel his massive erection against my ass cheek, it’s when he pushes me down with his grip on my hips and my pussy lays flush with his stomach that I moan in comforting pleasure.
“I don’t know if you have a heating pad or not, but after swim team practice, there’s nothing better than alternating hot and cold on sore muscles,” he explains as my eyes shut to focus on the hotness of his body heat soaking into my core.
I lower myself until my face is resting in the crook of his neck, and I breathe him in. “I don’t know how I feel about anything cold on my ladybits, but the hot is definitely doing wonders,” I murmur, hearing him chuckle, and then I literally start to purr as his big hands begin to move up and down my naked back, rubbing and gently kneading me until I have to sip my drool back from the corner of my mouth before it drips on him. He laughs again but keeps up with what he’s doing.
“Is this what it’s always like between a Dom and his sub?” he asks quietly, and I try to shrug, but I only have the energy to twitch my shoulder.
“Not always. And I wouldn’t know outside the club. I’ve never had anyone in my bed before,” I confess.
“So you’ve never been in an actual relationship with a Dominant before?” His fingers trail along my spine, making me shiver.
“No. I’ve never even had sex with a Dom besides at the club.”
He hums deep inside his chest as if considering my words. “Was that by choice? Like you consciously made the decision you would keep that part of yourself outside your home?” he asks, and it’s almost like he sounds a bit guilty.
I pull my face out of his neck so I can look into his eyes, my head still resting on his shoulder, and he tilts his head so he can see me. “Why do you ask?” I prompt, wanting to know what he’s thinking.
“Did I force you to fuck up your… I don’t know, like… your safe place?” he asks, and I know the guilt I heard previously wasn’t a figment of my imagination.
“You didn’t force me to do anything, Nate,” I reply, wanting him to know there’s a big difference between domination and non-consent. “I didn’t have to let you into my home last night. We could’ve had our conversation outside the club on the street. We could’ve gone to an all-night diner. Hell, we could’ve had it anywhere. I made the conscious decision to let you follow me home.”
“That doesn’t negate the fact that I might’ve fucked you in the one place you never wanted to fuck,” he says, and I flinch, his words feeling like a stab to my heart, since before he called what we shared making love. He sees the hurt, and his arms come around me when I try to move off him, one hand burying in the back of my hair when I try to look away, forcing me to look into his eyes instead. “That came out harsher than I intended, and I apologize, Evelyn,” he says low, and I blink away the stupid tears in my eyes. “What I meant was, I’m feeling somewhat guilty over the fact that I might’ve… sullied your sanctuary, and I hope it doesn’t make your own home feel less… safe.”