Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 169272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 846(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 846(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
I press myself into Hannah’s body and deepen the kiss, and she unequivocally matches my fervor. My body quaking with white-hot desire, I press my hard bulge into Hannah’s pelvis, letting her know she’s driving me fucking wild, and she grips the back of my hair at the nape of my neck and devours my lips with even more enthusiasm.
Ravenously, I back her against the door and gently grip her hips, feeling physically dizzy with lust. I read somewhere that the dopamine hit released inside the brain during a fantastic first kiss lights up the same on a CT scan as a hit of heroin. I’ve never tried heroin, but I’ve had quite a few first kisses in my thirty years and none of them seemed like proof of that statement. But now, as I kiss Hannah for the first time, I know the comparison to heroin must be true. Surely, if scientists were to hook up my brain to a scanner in this moment, it’d be lit up like the Fourth of July.
“Wooh!” Hannah whispers, her fists still entwined in the back of my hair. She nuzzles her nose with mine. “Kat told me you’re a fantastic kisser, but she vastly undersold your talents.”
I feel my cheeks flush. Kat told Hannah about our kiss?
Hannah chuckles at whatever embarrassment she’s seeing on my face. “No worries. Kat told me it was all harmless fun—all in the name of research.” She winks. “She warned me one kiss from Peter Hennessey, and I’d want more. A lot more. And I do.” Her chest heaves. “On that note, would you like to come inside and ride my Slip ‘n’ Slide, Henny?”
As aroused as I am, I can’t help chuckling at Hannah’s word choice. “More than I want to take my next breath, Milly.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” Breathing hard, Hannah digs into her little purse for her keycard, while I shove my hands into my pockets and tell myself not to succumb to the urge to do a happy dance. Luckily, Josh covertly shoved a couple condoms at me earlier tonight in the club—the ones I’m feeling in my pocket now—“Just in case!” he said—or I’d have to ruin the vibe by sprinting down to the gift shop in the lobby. Thank you, Joshua.
“Aha!” Hannah says, holding up her keycard with a waggle of her eyebrows.
A moment later, the door is closing behind us and we’re kissing passionately in the middle of the hotel suite. After a bit, we begin kissing and groping our way toward the bedroom. When we get there, Hannah instantly begins vigorously ripping off her clothes, much to my delight. When she’s stripped down to her black bra and panties, I exhale audibly at the sight of her. She’s voluptuous in every way. Soft. Curvy. Round. Perfect.
I ramble excitedly, if not coherently, about her sexy perfection, making Hannah coo like a turtledove.
“Thank you,” she says, even though I’m not sure I’ve uttered anything but well-meaning gibberish. She motions. “Your turn, please.”
Trembling with excitement, I peel off my clothes—everything but my underwear, since Hannah’s still wearing hers—and throw them emphatically across the room like they’ve offended me. For a long moment, we drink each other in, both our chests rising and falling harshly, until Hannah reaches into the valley of her sumptuous cleavage and unclasps her bra from a location I didn’t know clasps existed. When the bra falls away, her mouthwatering breasts spring free of their bondage and wobble slightly before settling in, her nipples two luscious pink peaks.
“You’re the hottest human I’ve ever seen in my life,” I murmur.
With a wicked smile, Hannah wordlessly slides off her underwear, provoking me to do the same. And when we’re both naked, I fold her into my arms for another kiss, this time with the tip of my hard cock nudging against her soft belly. As we kiss, Hannah quakes in my arms like a volcano preparing to erupt. So, I take that as my cue to reach between her legs and gently stroke her. To my thrill, she gasps and purrs at the sensation, goading me on.
I lead her to the bed and lay her down. And then lie beside her, kiss her deeply, and resume stroking her. When she widens her legs and lets out a soft moan, I slide my fingers inside her and discover she’s soaking wet.
Groaning with arousal, I bring my wet fingers to her clit, and find it swollen and hard to my touch. For a while, I languidly slide my fingers from her wetness to her clit, before zeroing in on her bull’s-eye and working it in earnest. As I work between her legs with my fingers, my mouth migrates to her breasts, the tits that have made my mouth water all night long, and Hannah responds by stroking my hard dick. She swirls the pre-cum on my tip with her fingertip before spreading it all the way down my shaft.