Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“Thirty-four,” I reply, shifting to sit against the headboard.
“Maybe magic comes with age.” Her eyes slice to my wallet on the bedside table and then back to meet mine.
Carefully, she places her hands on my arms and straddles me. “Hey,” she says.
“Hey,” I reply.
“I think you’re really handsome.”
I get that tug, deep inside me again.
“I think you’re really beautiful.”
A shy smile uncurls on her face. She presses her fingertips into my skin, over my collarbones, up my neck and over my jaw, almost like she’s modeling me out of clay, putting her finishing touches to her creation.
Tentatively she leans forward and places a kiss on my lips. Something tells me she wants to lead this. I try to tamp down the urge to take over and set the pace. She shifts her body closer to mine and her hand comes up to hold my face. My lips open to let in her warm tongue, and as mine meets hers, the growl I’ve been holding back escapes. She gasps and pulls back.
She sighs. “Thank god. I thought you might actually be able to make me come from that sound alone.”
I grin and cup her face, leaning forward for a follow-up kiss. It somehow feels chaste and intimate and… unusual to be in bed like this, talking and kissing.
“I need you to be careful with me,” she says, looking at me. She reaches for my wallet, but I get to it before she does. I don’t want her seeing my full name anywhere. I take out one of the condoms and hand it to her.
“Careful?” I ask.
She takes a breath, and I feel her body lift from where it’s connected to mine. “I just think you could break me.” She’s not joking. There’s no humor to her voice. She hands me back the condom.
“I’ll be careful,” I reply.
I put the condom on and she moves away and lies back on the bed, nudging me with her knee. The expression on her face is so innocent. So tentative. It unleashes some kind of protectiveness or possessiveness in me.
As I move over her, our bodies slide together like they’re locking into place, like she’s opening herself up and it’s because of me. I push into her, carefully, slowly, for her and also for me. I need to take this slow. She’s so concentrated that I might overdose on her if I don’t proceed with caution.
I dip and press a kiss to her neck and I feel her exhale. “You feel so perfect,” I whisper. She’s tight and soft and warm, and I want the next five seconds to play on a loop for the next year.
“Bennett,” she cries out, her fingernails sinking into my shoulders. It feels good to hear my name from her mouth. Too good. I start to move and immediately my skin goes hot.
“I’m going to try really—” She stops as I plow into her. “I’m going to try really hard not to come.”
That’s what she’s worried about?
“I want you to come,” I growl. “And then I want you to come again.”
She whimpers underneath me.
“You don’t need to worry. About anything,” I assure her. “I’m here.”
She freezes, and then starts to shake as she comes again. I don’t know if it was my words that pushed her over the edge, but it feels powerful to be able to make her feel good and safe at the same time.
“I’m sorry,” she says.
At least I won’t feel bad when I last less than ten minutes fucking her. It’s not normally a problem I have but there’s nothing normal about tonight.
I thrust into her. “Don’t ever apologize. Making you come…”
I can’t finish the end of my sentence. Because what would I say? Making you come feels powerful, feels right, feels like something I’ve never experienced before. I can’t say any of that because it’s cheesy as fuck. I met this woman a couple of hours ago.
These feelings are obviously because I’ve gone too long without a naked woman underneath me. Which means none of what’s in my head better make its way out of my mouth.
She wraps her legs around me, the change of angle making me clench my jaw and fist my hands. Her palms leave a trail of heat in their wake as she brings them down my chest. She circles her fingers around the base of me and squeezes as I withdraw.
Fuuuck.
“Do that again and I’ll be the one coming,” I growl out.
A smile pulls at the corners of her mouth and she doesn’t move her hand.
Two can play at that game. I dip my head and take a nipple into my mouth. I suck and then graze it with my teeth.
She pulls in a breath, arching her back, pressing our bodies closer, tighter.
She thought she was done for the night.
She was wrong.