Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 136296 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 681(@200wpm)___ 545(@250wpm)___ 454(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136296 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 681(@200wpm)___ 545(@250wpm)___ 454(@300wpm)
“You are such a tease,” she groans.
“Just building anticipation.” I drag my tongue along the length of her, and she bows up off the bed.
“Oh fuck, yes, please.” Her legs fall open, and she grips the hair at my crown.
I make her come with my mouth, and then a second time with my fingers, because watching her come is damn well addictive. She’s gorgeous and sexy, and it’s so much more gratifying than when I’m with someone closer to my age, where everything is tentative and they’re worried about losing control.
As soon as Clover regains control of her limbs, she pushes on my shoulders. I flip over so I’m on my back, and she straddles me. Our mouths connect in a hungry kiss, her long hair tickling my skin. She pulls back and braces her hands on my chest. “I’m so glad I fell asleep this afternoon and floated into your dock.”
I laugh. “Me too. And here I thought tonight was going to be another boring beach party.”
She shimmies back, and suddenly the lightness of the moment disappears. Her excitement is overshadowed by my anxiety as she pops the button on my jeans. I shimmy out of them and toss them on the floor, leaving me in black boxer brief. Clover tugs the waistband down and frees my erection.
For a few seconds, I’m met with stunned silence. The look on Clover’s face says it all.
It’s better than the nervous laughter I sometimes get—or worse, the slack-jawed head shaking or the “there’s no way that’ll fit.”
It didn’t matter how much my dad drilled into my head that lube would forever be my best friend when it came to sex, it never fully prepared me for the realities of being exceptionally well endowed.
I’m not packing in the boyfriend-dick, fits-so-nice kind of way.
More in the this-might-be-uncomfortable-even-with-all-the-foreplay way.
“Holy wow.” Her eyes flare. “Sweet baby Jesus riding a unicorn.” Her gaze flips between my face and my cock, which is now lying on my stomach.
I say the first thing that pops into my head. “I have lube.”
Her eyebrows rise, and she nods slowly. “Yes. Yes, I bet you do.”
“But we don’t have to have sex.”
Her fingers circle the shaft. “Now I understand your attention to foreplay and why you were trying to get your entire hand in my vagina,” she muses.
“Foreplay is the best part of sex,” I offer. “And essential.”
“I can see why you feel that way.” She shifts forward, pressing the length against her stomach. The head covers her navel by half an inch. “I hope you have condoms, because I don’t think the ones I have are going to be the right . . . fit. You’re definitely way above average.”
“I have some in my wallet.”
It’s on the bed beside us. I flip it open and pass her one, pulling out the small packet of lube as well. She plucks the foil packet from my fingers, tears it open, and rolls it down my length while I open the lube and squirt a little onto the tip.
“Just take it slow,” I warn her as she braces a hand on my shoulder and lines my cock up with her entrance.
“I don’t think there’s any other way to take you,” she murmurs as the head disappears inside her. She pauses.
Her gaze stays trained on the place where our bodies meet, and she keeps up with the slow hip rolls until her ass meets my thighs. Her fingers trail past her navel, going lower to skim over her clit, stopping at the base of my shaft. “It’s almost obscene how full I am.”
“Just tell me if you’re uncomfortable.”
“I’m not, but if that changes, I’ll let you know.” She rises a few inches, and her mouth drops open, head falling back when she lowers herself. I hold her hips, helping her find a rhythm.
She urges me to raise my hands and presses hers to mine, palm to palm. She laces our fingers together, leaning into them as she chases down her orgasm. Her rhythm falters for a beat before she starts to move again, long, slow strokes that tip me over the edge too. It’s fucking bliss.
“You want to stay the night so we can do this again?” She presses her lips to mine.
“Ab-so-fucking-lutely.”
We make a snack, and then have sex again in the kitchen. We shower and make out. Wake up in the middle of the night for round three. Try for round four with her condoms but end up sixty-nining instead.
At six in the morning, my alarm goes off, signaling skate practice. Clover is passed out beside me. For a moment, I consider waking her up to say goodbye, or leaving my number, but it’s obvious she’s got some years on me—in the best possible way—and I don’t want to make it awkward for her. Besides, I’m heading back to college soon, and she’s got a life to live.