Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 108623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Her breasts were neither too big nor too small, my hands, knowing they’d fit there perfectly, itched to touch. Her nipples were high and hard on her chest. Cute little pale red berries that stood out on her chest. My eyes traveled lower, taking in the rest of her. The concave waist, gently curved hips, and back up to her breasts that heaved and moved with her every breath.
But it was the look in her eyes, those eyes that I knew from the start would be my downfall, that made the breath die in my lungs. When she leaned over me this time, moving slow as if anticipating another rejection, the intent was clear.
My eyes followed her lips down as she moved in closer, closer still, until our lips were just a hairbreadth apart. Then she licked me. How did she know to do that? Had she been paying such close attention these past few days? How else would she know that it’s her softest of touches that make my cock jump?
If she’d continued her desperate, almost aggressive movements, I could’ve fended her off until morning, but I had no resistance against the butterfly soft whispering touch of her tongue licking across my lips. She didn’t push her tongue past my open lips this time, just teased me with it until I was the one holding her head in place while sucking her tongue into my mouth.
My heart, as our kiss grew deeper, was a mess of emotions. Unbridled desire mixed with the need to protect, and the combination once again proved too much for me to resist. As a last resort, I made one last-ditch effort to save her from me. “Are you sure you want this? You have to be very sure.”
Even as I said the words to her, in the deepest part of me, I still believed we could turn back; I was just no longer sure of why we should. Instead of an answer, she gripped my face and dove back in again. I let her move at her own pace since this was her show. I tried keeping my hands from roaming all over her even though I was dying to.
I had to clench my fists not to take over, and once she realized I wasn’t pushing her away, she took her sweet time with me. Each touch of her lips and tongue, the fingers she trailed down my chest and dangerously close to the lump that had formed behind the zipper of my jeans was torture.
I became her plaything, a blank canvas for the young virgin to explore and explore. I must ask her at some point what they’d taught her in our school about the human body and sex. She didn’t seem to realize what her touch did to me or how painful it now was to feel the grazing of her nails as they ever so gently traveled back and forth over my cock.
I didn’t stop her when she began to lower my zipper or when she fished my cock out with much effort; I even lifted off the bed a little to help her remove the now offensive jeans. I still, I think, believed we hadn’t reached the point of no return. Besides, she didn’t know what she was doing. I’ll let her have some fun until she tires herself out then…
“Holy, Gianna, what, where…?” It’s not possible for her to have seen into me so clearly, clearly enough to know what I’d like, how I’d like it. I think I was in some kind of sexual shock when she licked my cock again. She didn’t touch me anywhere else, just spread her arms out beside my hips for leverage and lowered her head over and over again to tease the length and underside of my cock that was now curved up towards my navel with her soft tongue.
I held my breath, not willing to give in quite yet, in case she wanted to turn back, there was still time, but when she closed her lips around my cockhead, I lost all reason.
GIANNA
I don’t know what I’m doing, can he tell? Will he laugh at my pitiful efforts when we’re done? It doesn’t matter; I need to feel closer to him, to just for this short moment in the vast landscape of our lives, share this closeness with him that no one can ever take away.
I was on autopilot, just touching where I wanted, tasting what my heart told me to. It came naturally with him the way I doubt it would with anyone else, ever. I touched and tasted what and where I wanted, and he let me. When I took him into my mouth, and he hissed, his hand finally coming down to hold my head in place, I knew that I’d won.