Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
He makes me feel like a goddess, like the best “good girl” in the world.
Just thinking about his voice in my ear, praising me for taking every inch of his cock, is nearly enough to make me come again.
I’ve read enough Elaina-chosen romances to know this dynamic is closer to kinky than “normal,” but I don’t care. Everything I’ve done with Gideon has felt so right. Kinky or not, I want more of it, more of him, more of how safe and wild I feel when he’s telling me how to please him.
“I want you so much,” I whisper as he finally abandons my breasts to cradle my face in his hands again. “Please. Now?”
“Absolutely, butterfly.” But he doesn’t shift to move on top of me. He just lays back, his hands behind his head. “Get a condom and roll it on me.”
I swallow. “I…I’m not sure I know how.”
“That’s okay,” he murmurs, his gaze roaming over my body with appreciation as I sit perched on top of him. “I’ll help you if you need it. Just get one out of the foil and we can go from there. You’re going to set the pace this time. We can go as slow or as fast as you want.”
I reach over, plucking a condom from the box and opening it up. The foil tears easily, but once I’ve discarded it on the table, I’m not sure what to do next. The condom is slipperier than I thought it would be and hard to hold onto. I nearly drop it on Gideon’s belly as I’m turning it over, trying to sort out which side to place over his cock.
“Here,” he says, his hands joining mine. “See the well, right there? That’s there to catch my come, so it goes like this.” He helps me fit the right side of the condom to the head of his cock before drawing his hands away again. “Now, just hold it in place there while you roll it down with your other hand.” I do as I’m told and he murmurs, “Good girl,” instantly making my nipples harder.
“Is it weird that I like that so much?” I ask, my breath already coming faster, even before he grips the sides of my hips, tugging my pussy against the base of his erection.
“No, it’s perfect. You’re perfect.” He reaches down, rubbing a thumb over my clit through my panties, making me moan. “So how do you want me, perfect girl? Like this, with you on top? Or do you want to be under me again? Or maybe something else entirely? My cock is at your disposal.”
“I think like this,” I say, shimmying quickly out of my panties before straddling him again. I look down at his cock, simultaneously turned on and intimidated. He’s not a small man in any sense of the word. It was all I could manage to take every inch of him when I was lying beneath him, focused purely on relaxing.
Will I be able to manage him this way?
“Brace your hands on my chest and take it slow,” he says. “If it feels like too much, just tell me and we can find an easier position. You’re so tight, and I’m sure you’re sore. It’s okay if this angle is too intense right now.”
But it’s not okay, because “right now” is all we have. If I want to know what it feels like to ride this beautiful man while he lies eager beneath me, it has to happen tonight.
“I think I can handle it,” I say, sounding far more confident than I feel.
But I know all about faking it until I make it. It’s what I did for years after my mother’s sudden death, pretending I knew how to live without her, until it became true. I’ll do the same when I return home to New York and start my new life as my dad’s protégé.
The thought of working for my notoriously hard-to-please father is way scarier than anything that might happen in this bedroom tonight.
Worst case scenario, I can’t comfortably manage Gideon this way and we go back to the missionary position. The missionary position may be boring to some, but everything is still so new to me.
New and so exciting my voice is breathy as I add, “And who knows? Maybe I’ll find out I like intense things.”
Gideon grips my hips as I reach between us, positioning him at my entrance. “No pressure, either way,” he murmurs, his words thick with the same hunger humming through my veins. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this.” His features tighten as I begin to sink down on top of him. “God, baby, you’re still so tight.”
“Does it hurt you?” I ask, pausing with just the tip of him inside me.
His lips twitch. “No, it feels incredible. But it’s also why I only lasted about ten minutes last time.”