Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
His breathing changed to a faster, labored pace.
The words she wanted to say were right on the tip of her tongue, but fear had her stalling. Fear had her worried he’d deny her. But how would she know unless she said them? “Let’s go upstairs.”
He closed his eyes and groaned but didn’t respond. When he opened his eyes again, all she saw was raw need. Reese cupped the side of her face and kissed her until she couldn’t breathe, until she was lightheaded, until she was clutching at him for stability.
“I want you, Keira,” he murmured against her lips. “Christ, I want you so fucking badly.” To solidify his words, he gripped her wrist in one hand and moved it between their bodies so her palm was flat on his cock. He was so hard for her.
Feeling bold was an understatement in this moment. She gripped his zipper and started pulling it down. His hold tightened on her wrist, and she could tell that if she pushed hard enough, he would cave. But that wasn’t how she wanted this night to go. She didn't want their first time to happen because he wanted to take things slow but she rushed since she was frantic for him. “You're so fucking special to me, more than anyone else in my fucking life. I want to make our first time special too.”
She whispered, “Okay.” She licked her lips. “No sex.”
He groaned, but she couldn’t tell if he was relieved or if he was disappointed. He loosened his hold on her wrist while keeping his eyes locked with hers.
“No sex. But we can do… other stuff, right?” she asked, and he groaned again when she slowly brought his zipper down; it sounded obscenely loud. “Or I can stop?” She stilled her movements, but he shook his head.
“God, don’t stop.”
Just because she was agreeing to no sex tonight didn’t mean she couldn’t at least ease some of their agony, and Lord knew she was feeling enough of that right now, especially between her legs.
“Is this okay?” She emphasized her point by pulling the zipper down another inch. He nodded slowly, but his jaw was locked so damn tight. Here she was, a virgin in every sense of the word, making these very sexual moves.
It felt liberating.
When the zipper was down, she slipped her hand through the fly as she stared right in his eyes. She found her way through the front of his boxers, and when her fingers brushed against the very big, very hard part of him that she craved the most, she gasped in shock.
He was massive.
“Christ,” he groaned and gritted his teeth when she tentatively wrapped her fingers around his girth. He was hot, and smooth, like velvet over steel.
His chest rose and fell fast and hard, and he lifted his arm and placed his hands on the wall beside her head, bracing himself as he leaned his head in closer to her. They shared the same air as she touched him, as their lips were a breath away.
She was soaked.
And when she pulled his cock out from the fly of his jeans, not even bothering with the button, it felt naughty and not romantic at all.
It felt like exactly what she needed at this moment.
“Jesus, Keira.” He closed his eyes and once again rested his forehead on hers when she started stroking him from root to tip. A tingling sensation slammed into her pussy and raced throughout her whole body.
“Kiss me, Ree—”
He didn’t let her finish the words before his mouth crashed against hers, his tongue slipping past her lips and taking dominance in the hot cavern. His cock felt like it swelled in her grasp, and she noted the wetness at the tip every time she moved her hand upward.
She twisted her hand slightly, an accidental move, but as her palm stroked over his crown, Reese’s hips jerked forward and he grunted in pleasure. He didn’t stop kissing her as he started a slow, steady thrust of his hips, pushing his erection into her hand then pulling away.
He fucked himself in her grasp.
Over and over he did that, using her hand as the instrument of his pleasure while he devoured her mouth.
He moved one hand over her shoulder, down her sternum, and cupped an aching, full breast in his palm. He moved his palm over the stiff tip, and an involuntary gasp of pleasure left her.
“Oh God, Reese.” Keira could barely get the words out.
Maybe starting this was bad… but right now, nothing sounded better.
24
Touching her was torture—pure, agonizing fucking torture. The way she responded to him had his cock harder than hell, so aching that he knew if he didn’t slow things down, he’d come before this even started. And fuck did he want this to start, to go further… to go all the way. But slow… he needed to go slow.