Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 51792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
I was hungry with a desire that I hadn’t known I’d been missing until he stepped into my life. It was as if I couldn’t get enough of the friction created by his skin sliding against mine.
He settled himself in the cradle of my thighs with his erection like a heat-seeking missile ready to breach my inner walls. When I’d held the silky skin that strained around his hard-as-iron shaft, I hadn’t been sure how this was all going to work. His penis was the first I’d seen in person. I could only judge it against the size of my hand, which was tiny in comparison.
I’d heard enough to know the next few minutes wouldn’t be pleasant. I tensed.
“Are you sure?” he asked again.
“Yes,” I panted as his fingers stroked my core. A finger, first one and then two, slid just inside. Though I’d just peaked, the pressure was quickly building as his thumb circled my nub at the same time.
The man knew exactly what he was doing, and I was grateful. Too soon, even I was begging for him to stick his throbbing shaft in my core. I bucked against him, greedy with anticipation because of what his fingers had done.
His mouth covered mine again as I felt the bulbous head of his cock breach my opening. He rocked forward a little as my inner walls flowered around him, his fingers still working my nub.
Then his mouth trailed down my throat to cover a nipple and suck as he rocked in a little farther, stretching me a little more each time. He wasn’t rushing it, nipping at my mouth playfully as he made tiny inches forward. Had everyone I’d heard talk about the loss of their virginity been wrong? So far, there was nothing but pleasure, and I couldn’t get enough of him.
When he kissed at the pulse point of my neck, my back bowed as I felt like I was ready to orgasm again. As I did, his cock slid almost all the way out. He was surging forward as I settled back down, forcing him past the barrier I’d held on to until now. The impact forced him deep as I gasped with pain.
He stopped, but I took hold of his ass and dug my nails into his flesh. I was so close.
“Fuck.” His word came out deep, almost guttural, as he moved in earnest while continuing to stroke my clit.
It wasn’t long before an orgasm ripped through me again, erasing any pain I’d felt. Yet I cried out and nearly sobbed from the blinding pleasure. It wasn’t the pain that made me want to cry, but the relief and joy from having chosen the right man and the right place to explore this side of myself. It wouldn’t matter if nothing came of us. I had zero regrets about any of it.
Just as I crested the wave, he found his own release if the veins bulging in his neck were any sign. I almost begged because I wanted more, and I wasn’t ready for our closeness to end. But I bit back the words and relished how he rolled us so I was tucked against his side.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his fingers slowly drifting up and down my arm.
“Yes,” I said, sliding my fingertips over his rock-hard chest.
After a long moment, he said, “Not to sound ungrateful, but can I ask why me?”
What he really wanted to know was why I’d held on to my virginity so long. “Many reasons, I guess. First of all, opportunity. After my dad died, I was homeschooled. I had little interaction with guys my age.”
The walk to the bus stop had been a long one. With Dad gone, Mom hadn’t felt it was in our best interest to make that predictable trip down the mountain every day. And when people came around for her healing herbs, she hadn’t let them inside our home. She’d met with them on the outside while I stayed hidden from view. The monthly visits to the market had always been timed, so we’d be back before dark. There hadn’t been time for me to make friends or hang out.
I continued. “When I went to nursing school, I was keenly aware that my father had saved so I could go to school. I wouldn’t let either of them down by wasting their money with foolish relationships. Mom didn’t expect me to wait until marriage, but she warned me to take care of who I let in my bed, so I’d survive the experience emotionally.”
I’d gone on exactly one date, and it had been a disaster. The guy had gotten drunk and before the night was over, he’d been pawing all over me. The experience had soured any idea of boyfriends.
Mitch’s fingers stilled for a second. “You didn’t date?”