Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Maybe she hasn’t been waiting as long, but she has been waiting. Or is it simply the magic of being close to my woman? There’s no way to know she wants everything I do, but this, here, now, us… she wants it.
“Where’s your bedroom?”
This is the point where she could justifiably tell me to go to hell. She could say I’m pushing her way too fast. Instead, she looks up the stairs. A shiver moves through her body, causing her to grind against my touch.
“The second door on the left,” she says.
She laughs again when I take off up the stairs, holding her close to my chest. She knows I’d never let anything happen to her, never drop her, never stop carrying her…but I need to stop going that far. This moment is enough. The heat of her body… Do I want to claim her if it’s just going to be a onetime thing?
I don’t have time to think about it. The second I push open her bedroom door—taking in the prints on the walls, a mixture of tattoos, modern pieces and landscape paintings, the neatness of her room, the bed most of all—our lips are on each other.
She makes that intoxicating moaning sound when I put her down, my hands instantly gliding down her body. Her hips couldn’t feel curvier, more perfectly shaped to my hand as I pull her close. I push my manhood against her belly, letting her feel how wild she drives me.
“Oh, God,” she moans as the kiss breaks off.
Our mouths are still close, so I can feel the shape of her smile.
“Kayden…”
She leans back, looking at me with something difficult to read in her eyes.
“Yeah?”
“I… kiss me,” she says.
I’m pretty sure she was going to say something else, but there’s no way I’m going to tell her no, especially when she leans forward. Kissing her again, I pick her up and carry her to the bed. A voice in my mind warns me, tells me to wait, not to push too much our first time kissing, but it’s quiet compared to the raging need… the hunger.
My manhood is flooded as I collapse atop her, kissing her with even more urgency. I glide my hand up her leg, squeezing her thick thighs, taking hold with force so I can feel her through her jeans. She shifts against me when I grind my hand to her sex, breaking off the kiss as her mouth opens and she moans louder.
“Oh, oh.”
She gifts me with the sound of her pleasure as I push down on her sex, rubbing up and down, driven on by the heat and the warmth pushing through her jeans.
“I can feel how wet you are,” I growl.
“Hmm,” she moans, as if that’s all she can say.
Her cheeks have turned a cute shade of red the faster I rub, as if her lust is burning through her.
“I need to really feel…”
Her hands tighten on my back as I tear her button loose.
Rearing back, I grab her jeans, knowing I should take it slower. She twists from side to side on the bed as I handle her jeans, helping me get them loose. Her breath is coming so fast, making her T-shirt move up and down, outlining the shape of her curvy, perfect breasts with each movement.
She can’t have any idea how obsessed she’s making me. Especially when I peel her jeans down the entire way, pulling them over her socks. I stare at her emerald-green panties tangled up between her thighs, struggling to keep my breathing under control when I see the spot of wetness.
Sliding my hand slowly up her bare leg, I savor the feel of her skin, of her roundness, her gorgeous thickness. Every curvy inch made for me.
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper, as I press down on her pussy through her panties.
She grinds against me, a jolt, as if the pleasure has fired a bullet through her.
I grab her panties, pull them down too, then stare, captivated. Hypnotized. Her lips are as full as her legs, her hole glistening with wetness, her clit looking needy as hell. She moves her hands over her pussy, both hands together.
“Is something wrong?” I ask.
“I was about to ask you the same thing,” she whispers. “You’re staring…”
“Because it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Nothing’s wrong with you.”
I kneel at the edge of the bed, kissing up her inner thigh, tasting her, scenting her hot, tangy pussy the closer I get. I mean to take it slow when I reach her slit, but I just can’t, not when I smell her and feel the heat, her burning lust.
Pushing my face against her, I indulge, opening my mouth and tasting as much of her horny young hole as possible. I move my tongue from her hole, up her lips, to her clit, listening to her moaning change quality when I focus on her clit.