Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Maybe, in an ideal world, we’d take the time to get to know each other better. In some ways, Dawn is so open, but in others, she’s like a rosebud; closed up tight around all her secrets. I wish I didn't have questions rattling around in my mind. Why’s she here? When’s she leaving? What's she hiding?
Maybe only time will provide the answers. Or maybe, getting closer, I’ll find out some more about this beautiful woman, whose soul seems to sing the sweetest melody to so many ears.
She leads me into the bathroom and turns on the water before beginning to remove her clothes. For a couple of seconds, I’m frozen in place, watching as inch by inch of her soft skin is revealed. As she holds my eye contact, it’s like a ribbon of electricity forms between us, and before I know it, I’m tugging off my own shirt and removing my shorts, socks, and shoes in record time.
Usually, there’s an element of uncertainty in undressing in front of someone new, but not with Dawn. She seems totally at ease with herself, and with me. Rather than feeling exposed, I feel a sense of purpose beyond the carnal.
"Let me wash you," she says, stepping into the steaming water and allowing it to cascade over her hair and face. I join her, leaving just a sliver of space between us, shivering as her warm hands begin to explore my chest and stomach. A touch so gentle and searching, it feels like she’s reading my story in braille, passing over the scar on my abdomen, and lower until her hand wraps around my cock.
A hiss of breath escapes my lips as she slowly moves, squeezing and rotating her fist into a rhythm that makes me want to rise up on my toes. I take her mouth in a searing kiss that has us both moaning and clawing to get closer. Oh god, the feeling of her ass in my hands makes me want to press her against the cold tiled wall and fuck her until she screams. Her breasts are warm and soft against my chest, her hand a tight ring of pleasure.
"Fuck, Dawn," I mutter against her neck as she arches her spine. When I take one of her tight little nipples into my mouth, the rush almost knocks me off my feet.
"Logan," she moans, grinding her pussy against my thigh.
The water streams over both of us, making everything hot and slick. I hitch her leg over my hip and my cock notches at her entrance, like it instinctively knows the way to paradise. In the frenzy of the moment, with Dawn squirming against me, I’m suddenly balls-deep inside her. Our eyes meet, our lips are parted, and everything is suddenly so real that my head spins.
"I’m clean," I say. "I’ve had more blood tests than any person should ever need."
"I’m clean too," she says. "I’ve never fucked anyone without protection, and I’m on birth control."
She shifts and white-hot pleasure courses up my spine and licks over my balls. Is this stupid? Should I just carry her to the bedroom and put a condom on?
"You’re sure you want to?" I ask, too buzzed to care about the details. In a moment of primal realization that is so unlike me, the idea that I’ll be the first man to come inside this woman makes me forget everything.
"Yes," she gasps, and that’s it. I’m lost.
The first thrust is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Dawn’s tight and so slippery, we fit together like it was always meant to be.
"Oh fuck," she gasps, tipping her head back, fingernails almost puncturing the skin of my shoulder. "That feels so good."
"You have no idea," I growl, burying my face in Dawn’s neck as my hands grip hold of her so that we don’t fall.
All I want to do is make her feel good. All the small moments when I’ve noticed her expression become more somber flash through my mind. This might be the only chance I get to wipe some of those moments away for her.
And as she comes, crying out like she's in pain, gripping onto me for dear life and begging me not to stop, I know I’m never going to want to let go of her.
I don’t finish in the shower. The opportunity to make this perfect day last longer is just too tempting. I carry Dawn through to the bedroom, snagging a towel on the way. I dry every inch of her, except between her legs. I want to taste her arousal and know what it feels like when she comes on my tongue. I lower myself onto her and slide back inside her.
It’s different in the comfort of her bed. Different because we’re eye to eye and the weight of my body pins her beneath me. Different because our eyes are open as I move inside her. When I come, I root deep, letting every pulse of my orgasm fill the deepest part of her. And after, I stay in her slick wet heat for the longest time, knowing I’ll never forget this moment.