Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Her pussy was so snug. I slid my fingers out and then pushed them back in harder than she expected. She gasped, and my mouth dipped lower to find her nipple again.
“You’re so wet for me. So beautifully tight. I love that I’ll be your first in such a long time. And you for me.” I increased the speed of my pumping fingers. They glided in and out smoothly now, her body relaxing a little and accepting the pleasure. Her hips began to rock.
“Are you on the pill, Layla?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Good. I went to the doctor last week for a checkup. I’m clean. I’ll bring you the papers to show you, if you’d like.” I added a third finger at the exact moment I gave her hair another good, hard tug, and her moan sounded like a song.
“We’ve had barriers between us for years. I want nothing between us when you’re ready. I want you bare so I can fill you with my cum.”
I stretched my thumb to press on her clit, which I’d purposely been ignoring, and when she started to chant yes, yes, yes, I wasn’t sure if she liked what I was doing or couldn’t wait for me to come inside her, too. I liked to think it was both.
I felt her pussy clench around my fingers and pulled my head back to watch the magical moment of her explosion. The sight was more captivating than anything I’d ever seen. Her muscles throbbed as she cried out my name, and then her face went tense before a glow of relaxation hit. Her eyes closed, and she rode a wave of euphoria.
Beautiful.
Just fucking beautiful.
Eventually, I let go of my tight grip on her hair, and she collapsed forward onto me. Face pressed to my shoulder, her breathing stayed ragged for a while. When it leveled out, she turned her head to face me, and I caught the best lazy smile on her lips.
I smiled back from ear to ear. She’d been the one to orgasm, but that happy face was the best gift she could have given me. Wrapping my arms around her, I kissed the top of her head. This…this was another of those moments when I wanted time to stand still.
“God, I think I really needed that.” Layla’s voice had already turned groggy.
“I think you did, too.”
“Damn. The boys in high school really had no clue what they were doing if this is feeling me up.”
I chuckled. “Is it crazy that I have an urge to beat the crap out of a bunch of faceless high school jocks who got to feel your tits before me?”
She laughed. “Crazy? Yes. But also really sweet.”
I felt the car slow and looked out the window. We were already through the tunnel and back in Manhattan. I had no sense of time when it came to this woman. From the first day I’d met her, the hours seemed to fly by.
“We’re almost to your place,” I whispered and kissed her forehead.
She perked up and looked outside. “Wow. That was really fast.”
I looked at my watch. “We left Quinn’s place almost a full hour ago.”
She smoothed her hair and grinned. “Damn. I guess time flies when you’re having fun.”
A few minutes later, just as we’d both gotten ourselves situated again, we pulled up outside her apartment. My hard-on wasn’t about to go away on its own, but it had at least gone down enough to be able to walk.
“I’ll walk you up.”
Layla bit down on her lip, her eyes skirting from mine as she deliberated over something. “I didn’t take care of you. Do you want to come in for a little while?”
It was an invitation I’d have given my left arm for a few weeks ago. Yet when I looked in her eyes and saw hesitancy, I knew she wasn’t ready for that.
“As much as I want to say yes…” I slipped two fingers under her chin and lifted so our eyes met. “As much as I really want to say yes, I should go.”
She looked both relieved and disappointed, but nodded.
I decided it was safer to say goodbye at the door. After she unlocked her apartment, I held onto the doorjamb with both hands. “Come with me to a party tomorrow night. It’s my father’s partner’s sixtieth birthday, so it won’t be as much fun as a six-year-old’s, but I’d love to take you and show you off. Grant is also my godfather.”
Layla’s face softened. “I’d love that.”
“Will you still feel that way if I tell you it’s black tie?”
She smiled. “I’m sure I can dig something fancy out of my packed closet.”
I nodded. “Seven o’clock.”
“Okay.”
Leaning down, I brushed my lips with hers, even though I really wanted to devour that mouth again. “Thank you for tonight, Freckles.”
She blushed. “Pretty sure I’m the one who should be thanking you after the car ride home.”