Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“You,” he said, standing up, “are completely beautiful.”
He stood up and stepped out of his pants so that he was naked in front of me. I allowed myself a long look at his toned form, from his muscular arms that I admired so often in his crisp tailored shirts, to his flat stomach. He was already quite hard, and I tried not to stare. He stepped towards me and reached to my hair, undoing it easily and running his hands through it. His hips were level with me where I sat, and as he played with my hair, freeing long curly strands so that it tumbled all down my back and over my shoulders. I impulsively turned my head and took him in my mouth. It felt good to surprise him, his hands tangled in my hair as he stood frozen in pleasure for a moment, and then he stopped me and pulled me up to stand with him. The black dress hit the floor, and his hands ran across the lace trim of my underwear as he kissed me again and then spoke in a husky voice.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked. I saw a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.
“Yes,” I answered, and I meant it. I had never wanted anyone more than I wanted him. I had never known good sex. I had never known how it felt to want someone like this. To feel a primitive connection with a person and to feel my body take over. I could feel the slick wetness already between my legs, the tingling of my skin, the sensitive erectness of my nipples. So yes, every bit of me wanted this. I felt strangely empowered, I could see that my body had an incredible effect on him. It was palpable how much he wanted me, but also how much he wanted this to be right. He could have lifted my dress and fucked me as soon as he stepped into the room. But he wanted what I wanted; he wanted this to last. He stepped back to watch as I slowly removed my panties and lay down on the bed.
“Are you sure?” I asked, smiling as he looked down at his now fully erect cock and then back at me.
He crawled up the bed towards me, stopping to place rough, urgent kisses on my body as he made his way upwards. My ankle, my calf, my knee, my inner thigh. I felt him breathe in my scent as he made his way up my thighs, and I felt a sudden surge of panic as well as my rising desire. I had never had anyone go down on me. Jason had been too selfish, and I hadn’t come close to that level of intimacy with anyone else. I placed my hand on his head to try to guide him upwards to me, but his hands were sliding up my legs and his mouth was just inches away from me. I opened my mouth to tell him not to just as his tongue dipped into my sex, parting the lips of my pussy. He groaned in pleasure and his lips gently closed around my clitoris, sending a pulse of vibrations through me that made me open my legs to him willingly. I didn’t care anymore. I just wanted this, his mouth on me, licking me, sucking me, eating me. In fact, it was all I could do not to wrap my legs around his head to trap him there.
I moaned, a noise I have never heard myself make before. I sounded half-wild, and he pushed deeper into me, finding my opening, and flicking his tongue inside me before moving back to my clit. I felt a building of tension inside me, and it took me a minute to realize what it was. I was going to come. Something I had only ever done alone, and never with this intensity. I fought it, and I was relieved as he moved away from my wet center as though he knew I was close to the edge, and he wasn’t ready to push me over just yet. He began to move upwards again, leaving wet kisses along my stomach. I was arching my back in pleasure as his chest drew level to mine. As he reached my mouth and I tasted the sweet, earthy taste of my own sex from his probing tongue, I felt the tip of his cock brush against the still-parted lips of my pussy. As we kissed more and more passionately, I could feel him right against my opening. He paused, raising his head to look me in the eye, but it was more than I could bear, and I moaned at the torture of being made to wait. I needed him inside me now and he knew it.