Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
His tongue takes the place of where his finger was and sends me into orbit, and his firm hands grip my ass—kneading my cheeks together as he feasts on my quivering mound.
I guess I should’ve mentioned to him that apart from being a virgin, I’ve never even touched myself down there. Not like he is anyhow.
So once it dawns on me that there’s more pleasure and intense feelings like this, I feel my little virgin pussy starting to growl instead of purr.
I work my way slowly with the help of his tongue all the way up to a roar after he’s settled himself down there to make sure he gives me a tongue lashing I’ll never forget.
Ethan’s never sounded happier, and every time he brings me so close I think I’ll faint, he only growls the word ‘mine’ deeper and louder with his whole mouth over me.
Sending new shockwaves of pleasure to places inside me I never knew I even had.
“Please, Ethan…,” I beg him again. The tingling itch of my arousal is getting so thick I don’t know how much more I can take.
“Let me come for you…Let me. Ah! Ethan!” I gasp, feeling his grip on me tighten as my whole body stiffens.
My pussy begins to quiver over his smooth, hot tongue still deep inside me.
His thumb finds my clit again, causing wave after wave of climactic energy to flow through my whole being.
He groans deeply, savoring my first climax and making short work of what feels like a river flowing from me.
And just like a master technician, his own body knows just what to do to mine. He draws my single orgasm out to what feels like an eternity of orgasms all joined together somehow.
Totally spent, I suddenly feel weak and vulnerable.
Nearly seven feet of beefcake man with his face between my legs as my crummy apartment slowly comes back into focus.
The raging storm outside suddenly sounds not that big of a deal compared to what I just experienced.
And Ethan’s nowhere near done with me, I can tell.
“Mine,” he whispers again in triumph, always keeping a hand or thick finger on my sex as he moves back up to kiss me.
Letting me taste myself on him, making me feel like I could come forever if we could just stay like this.
But something else I’m feeling tells me that we can.
I get what Ethan was talking about now, about being an ‘us.’ About that ‘us’ being a forever thing, not just a guy who wants to get his end.
And even though we’re in my crummy little apartment, I know it wouldn’t really matter where we end up from now on.
Ethan has staked his claim, and I'm going wherever he goes without even having to tell me. Doing whatever he does.
I can’t pretend to know anything about his world, but the only way to learn is to be a part of it. And right now, I don’t feel like letting Ethan loose from my grip. Not even for one second.
“You did good, lucky charm,” he smiles, kissing my nose before we both lay back flat on the sofa bed. His arm under me and the sudden crack of the bed breaking only makes us both crack up with laughter.
“I knew it wouldn’t hold me,” Ethan chuckles, actually looking a little embarrassed.
“I’ll hold you,” I remind him, and he embraces me again.
Kissing me with more passion and tenderness than I ever knew a man could have, especially for little old me.
But I feel exactly the same way. And it’s in his arms we kiss and whisper. Talking low about silly things, talking long into the early hours about all kinds of things.
And none of it is about work. None of it has to do with my apartment.
Ethan wants to know all about me, but his questions are easy because when I look at him, I can see how much he’s actually interested in me. It feels more like we’re old friends who’ve caught up.
I’m not nineteen, and he’s not forty-something.
It’s just us.
The way it should be.
The way I know, it will be from now on.
CHAPTER TEN
Ethan
I could sit up all night just watching her sleep or listening to her talk with her face so close to mine.
We end up doing a little of both, and before she has time to worry about going all the way, I make sure that she’s well and truly satisfied before it’s clear that Krissy, my little virgin, has had enough for one night.
What I don’t tell her is that my queen isn’t gonna give herself to me. She’s not gonna lose her virginity on a sofa bed in a roach motel.
Our first time is going to be special. Just as special as she is, but for now. For tonight, I know she’s mine. And once she finally drifts off to sleep, I watch her. Stroking her hair back and tracing her lips with my finger as she smiles like only a girl who’s finally got what she needs can.