Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
I smile because all the images are in my head. Her in bed curled against my body. Her riding me, grinding herself on my cock. I want all of it, but I know I need to take it slowly. “I just want to make you feel good.”
She’s interested. It’s obvious by the way her eyes light up. “That’s it? You just want to make me feel good? What about you?”
Although I appreciate her concern, all it does is tell me that she really has no idea. “Trust me, making you feel good is going to make me feel good.”
She nudges her foot against my cock, and I grunt as I grab it. I groan as she laughs. “You sure about that?”
“Yep.” I slap her thigh and then tug on her shorts. “Take these off.”
Her eyes about bulge out of her head. “You want me to take my shorts off?”
She’s stalling, and I’m tired of waiting. “Lie back and close your eyes.”
She looks at me with insecurity in her eyes. “Austin… I’m too—” She huffs and waves her hand across her body. “You don’t want to see all this.”
“Oh, I do.”
She’s trying to pull away, but I know it’s only because she’s self-conscious. I grab the edges of her shorts and pull them down. “Lift up.”
She lifts up a little, and I pull her shorts down her legs. The scrap of material between her thighs is a darker shade than the rest of the material, telling me that she’s already wet for this. I can’t resist. I put my finger on the sodden material. “You want this, Ally? You want me to make you feel good?”
She lifts her hips just a bit and presses into my hand. “I do, Austin, but not at the expense of it messing up us. I can’t lose you… not now.”
I run my finger along the silky material covering her slit. “You’ll never lose me… and nothing is going to mess this up between us.”
Finally, she nods, and I let out my breath in a whoosh. As if I’m afraid she’s going to change her mind, I reach for each side of her panties and hook my fingers in the waistband before tugging them down. She lifts her hips enough for me to get the material down her hips and I pull them off her feet.
She snaps her knees together, blocking me from seeing her. I lean forward and kiss her kneecap and then lean my chin there. “You know that you holding your knees together is not going to stop me, right?”
She looks at me with a challenge in her eyes. “If I told you no, I don’t want this, you’d stop, Austin.”
I have both hands on her knees now, ready to part her legs, but I freeze at her words. “You don’t mean that. You want this, Ally. You want me to make you feel good.”
The blank expression on her face worries me, but I know I’m right. I know she wants this. “Are you going to let me touch you?”
I hold my breath, waiting for her to respond. She’s right. If she says she doesn’t want this, I’d stop, no matter how much it would hurt to do it. When she doesn’t respond, I lean my bare chest against her legs and loop my arms around her bent knees. “Be honest with yourself, be honest with me. You want me… you need me to touch you, Ally. All that matters right now is me and you and what we want. I want to touch you, to taste you. That’s what I want. But I need to know what you’re thinking. What about you? Tell me what you want.”
She inhales deeply, and I’m completely on edge as I wait for her response. It’s only when I feel her legs start to fall open that I loosen my grip on her. She leans her head back on the couch. “You. I want you to make me feel good, Austin. I want to forget about everything for just a few minutes.”
I scoot to the edge of the couch, lifting her foot and putting it behind me so I’m sitting between her legs. The abrupt change in positions has her breaths coming in pants. Her legs are open, and I have a perfect view of her. I must sit here too long because her hands go down her belly, and she tries to cover herself from me.
I stop her, though, grabbing both her hands and putting them above her belly. “All I need you to do is lean back and enjoy. Don’t get all up in your head Don’t worry about what I may be thinking—”
She laughs, and a snort comes out, causing me to smile. “Right. I can’t relax. Not with you staring at me like—”
It’s my turn to cut her off. “What? Staring at you like I haven’t eaten in days? Like I have the prettiest woman laid out, open for me and I get to feast on her? Because that’s how I’m staring at you.”