Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
“You’re so quiet,” I tease. “I wanted to hear you scream.”
Her lips curve into soft, satisfied affection. “I couldn’t think. I blacked out or I don’t know—it was so amazing.”
“Mmm, I like that.” I brush my lips against hers. She opens and teases her tongue against my mouth.
“Is that me?” she asks, so innocently.
“That’s your sweetness.”
“Oh,” she whispers. Her fingers brush my cheek. “I want…”
“More?”
“Everything. I want you.” She arches and rolls underneath me, like she’s as desperate to have me inside her as I am.
I groan when my cock brushes against her damp curls. “Give me a second.” I raise myself and reach for my nightstand.
“Wait.” She curls her fingers around my forearm.
I snag the knob of the top drawer, yank it open, and dig around inside. “What?” My fingers graze the plastic-sealed box I’m after.
“We don’t need… You don’t have to.”
I stop my search and glance at her.
She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. “I went to the doctor and asked, well, I started taking the pill. I’ve been on it for a while now.”
Jesus Christ. I might not last long enough to squeeze inside her.
I drop the box and slap the drawer closed.
“Are you sure?” I cup her cheeks, framing her face with my hands so she meets my eyes. “I get tested for the fights regularly. Always been negative for everything.”
“If you want to that’s fine.” She angles her head back to glance at my nightstand. “You can… I didn’t mean… You don’t have to.”
“I want to make love to you with nothing between us.”
“Okay.” She hooks her arm around my neck. “I’d like that.”
I lean down and fuse my mouth with hers, groaning as she slicks her tongue against mine.
Underneath me, she spreads her legs wider, then lifts and wraps them around my waist, inviting me inside. Making me lose my mind.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I say between kisses.
“You’ll be gentle.”
Our mouths meet again, and I kiss her long and deep. Wrapping my arms around her, I roll us so she’s on top.
Deep affection burns in her eyes as she smiles down at me. “What are you doing?”
“I want you on top for your first time. You set the pace.” I flash a cocky grin. “Decide how much of me you can handle.”
Her eyes widen as if she had never thought of that but likes the idea. “Show me how.”
Fuck, yes, I will. “Sit up.”
She straddles my hips while I grip my cock, holding steady. My free hand fits into the curve of her waist. “Up.” I guide her slowly.
She shifts and moves her hips, slowly lowering herself.
“There you go.”
Her breath hitches as the tip grazes her entrance.
I flick my gaze to her eyes. “Still okay?”
She nods once.
“Touch me,” I rasp, barely hanging onto control. “Put me inside you.”
She raises again, reaching for and finally grabbing my cock.
“That’s it,” I encourage.
Time unravels so gradually as she slides down, my brain’s dangerously close to melting into a puddle. Inch by torturous inch, she takes me. My body’s dying to slam up into her, but I’m also determined to enjoy every second of our first time together.
She’s squeezing me tighter than fucking tight. So fucking amazing with no barrier.
“Fuck,” I breathe out. “That’s it, baby.”
She whimpers but keeps easing down, then rises up a fraction. “Ohhh.”
The way her body clamps around me sends heat shooting across my body. She slides down again. And again, repeating the same experimental motions. Testing what feels good. Pausing and frowning when it’s too much. Oh, fuck, I want to watch every second. But with every slick squeeze and flutter, I’m flirting with coming. I’m trying so damn hard to hold back for her.
“Griff?”
“Yeah, Muffin?”
“Am I hurting you?”
“God, no.” My voice grinds like tires on gravel. “You feel like heaven.”
She takes more of me until I’m finally buried to the hilt. I take a chance and open my eyes, finding a curious expression on her face.
My fingers brush her cheek. “You okay?”
“I think so.” She wiggles.
I grit my teeth and count back from five.
“It hurts a little…” She rolls her hips. “But also feels good.”
“Take your time.”
She presses her palms against my chest and raises her hips. “Like this?”
“Yeah. Just like that.” I cup her breasts, squeezing and gently pinching her nipples. She sucks in a sharp breath. “Do you like that?”
“More please,” she begs.
I roll and pinch her nipples while she raises and lowers herself again.
And again.
I slide my hands down her sides and curl my fingers around her hips, guiding her movements, urging her to go faster. “Still feel good?”
“Y-yes.” Her hands wrap around my forearms, nails digging into my skin. “Less hurt. More good. Really good.”
I’d laugh if I didn’t think my balls would explode. I work one hand between us, my thumb finding and flicking her clit.