Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
I’m not fluid or coordinated. I just hit the floor. My knees go bang, my brain shorts off, and reflexes and protests and logic die.
I turn my face into her thigh and graze my cheek against her soft skin. She giggles, which gives me actual butterflies fluttering in my belly.
“I need this,” I tell her, my lips on the creamy, silky-soft skin of her inner thigh. “I need you.”
“I need you too,” she whispers hoarsely. Her hands find my hair and latch on without pulling. She doesn’t want me to pull away, but I’m not going anywhere. “Even if I don’t want to want you, I do. It doesn’t mean we need to get married. It doesn’t even mean we need to be friends with benefits. There’s no this has to lead to that. It’s just us enjoying ourselves, being lucky enough to find pleasure and take it. That’s all.”
“Are you sure?” I don’t want to hurt her. Nina isn’t just kind. She’s genuinely nice, and I don’t want to be that guy who leaves a wounded brand on her soul for the rest of her life.
“I’m sure.” Her hand dips beneath her panties, and when she pulls her fingers away, they’re glistening. “I’m more than sure.”
It’s too much. I never figured she’d do something so bold and dirty. I don’t really know, know Nina, but I know enough to be truly surprised by all this. Who would have thought she’d just whip her top off and tell me that she wants to be had as a second dessert?
I take her hand and suckle her fingers, licking off her sweet juices. She parts her thighs, and when I reposition myself, I can smell her delicious, soft scent before I even work her panties down her legs. She leans back on the counter and sighs, cupping her own breasts, her fingers teasing at her hard nipples. My dick jerks in my jeans. It’s so hard and throbbing that if I shut it in a door by accident, I don’t think it would be more painful. I watch her, stunned and turned on as hell, as she parts her legs and gently threads one hand through my hair, guiding me to her.
Another hot surge of desire shreds me to pieces as I inhale deeply again, drinking her in. On the next breath, I’m there, parting her with one hand and using my tongue to explore her. She bucks wildly on that first pass, repositioning herself on the counter to give me better access.
“Holy god,” she mutters and sighs. “God, yes, Thaddius. More.”
“More of this?” I lick her until I reach her clit. The sharp, whimpered exhale lets me know just how much she likes it.
“Yes. More of that.”
I suckle her clit gently, rolling my tongue over it to tease her. Then, I notch two fingers against her entrance and push inside slowly. She’s so tight that I’m going to explode. I can’t think about anything other than being inside her, her tight walls clenching around my dick. My dick, too, can’t think about anything other than being inside her, her walls clenching hard around him.
I want to be a gentleman and go slow, but she’s tugging at my hair with the force of a really big industrialized knitting machine or something that wouldn’t be great to get hair stuck in. I suckle her clit a little harder, and she moans but keeps trying to pull my head away.
“I want you inside me,” she pants as I look up at her. “Now.”
I can’t tell her that it would be my honor and also my deepest desire to fulfill that wish and how the thought of being inside her now sounds like the best and only place in the whole world that I want to be.
“But—”
“No buts. Just please,” she says firmly.
“But I—”
“You can taste me again later. You can taste me in the shower or eat me in your bed, or I can taste you in the shower or—”
I surge to my feet and stop the flow of words, cutting them off with a brutal kiss. Anything else, and I’m going to explode in my jeans. “Don’t have condoms,” I pant against her lips.
“Mother…birth control shot…every six months as insurance because she might have known I was destined for marriage with you, but she also knew teenagers are horny and get their own ideas no matter what their parents say,” she mutters against my lips.
My hands are already working on my jeans. There’s no time to get them all the way off. Just down and out of the way. I have to push back the rising tide of desire, give my balls a pep talk on not blasting up into my body, and give my dick some coaching. We are doing this, and it’s going to be perfect and satisfying for both of us. She’s going to be coming on my cock, her tight heat clenching tightly around me right away, coming hard and panting my name, and it’s going to sound and feel so sweet. We’re going to get there. We will. Without failings or mishaps.