Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 94012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
I laughed. “It was definitely my first time.”
He sat back a bit, and I leaned my head against his chest.
“If I had an egg right now—which I don’t—what would you write in it?”
I looked up at him. “I want to grind against you while you kiss me.”
“That’s it? Or are you holding back?”
“Maybe a little,” I admitted. “But you’ve told me a certain thing is off the table.”
“Well, even if it weren’t, we wouldn’t be having sex here.” He chuckled. “Can I tell you what I want right now?”
“Please tell me.” I smiled.
“I want you to sit on my face, and I want to eat you out until you scream—give you oral as good as you gave me.” He groaned. “But we can’t do that here, either.”
“I thought that’s what this hiding place was for.”
“Yeah, but I want you completely naked. That’s too risky here. People creep up all the time. So we’ll have to wait until we have the house to ourselves.” He exhaled. “When is your friend leaving?”
“Two days.”
“Okay…we’ll figure it out. In the meantime, come here.” Archie lifted me over him.
Through my shorts, I felt the heat of his engorged cock throbbing under me. Gyrating my hips, I pressed into him, my clit rubbing against the bulge in his jeans. I loved how warm he was between my legs, as if he’d been heating up the entire time we’d been talking.
When he took my mouth with his, I let out the longest breath. It felt like it had been forever since we’d kissed. Hungry for more, I moved my hips faster, wanting to feel every inch of him. Archie wrapped his hands around my ass to guide my movements. He pushed himself harder against me, and I felt like I could come at any second. This was the most intense thing I’d experienced thus far. Going down on him had been great because I knew I was giving him pleasure. But this? The pressure against my clit, feeling like I was so close to him being inside me? It was the sweetest torture yet.
I began slowing down and pressing harder against him, readying myself to come. His eyes smoldered in the darkness, his breathing turning erratic.
“Come on my cock,” he rasped. “I can tell you’re ready.”
Those words were all it took. The muscles between my legs contracted, and my vision blurred as my head bent back. It was the most intense climax I’d ever had.
I’d been expecting him to come, too, but he hadn’t. Instead, he panted, looking conflicted.
“Why didn’t you come?” I asked.
“I didn’t want it to get on you.”
“That’s pretty funny considering your pants are soaked from me right now.”
“Just didn’t want to chance anything.”
“Let me go down on you,” I said.
His eyes were glassy, filled with desire. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck…” he breathed. “I’m too weak right now to refuse.” He unzipped his jeans and took his beautiful, hard cock out. It was wet at the big, round tip. My mouth watered as I took him down my throat. I released him immediately as a tease.
“Goddamn it,” he groaned. “You give the best head.”
As I moved up and down, I savored the experience. The first time, I’d been a little nervous. And the water in the shower had washed away some of his taste and made things a little slippery. Now I could taste everything, feel every bit of the friction of his silky skin against my tongue. I loved this blowjob even more than the last. I also loved the way he gripped my hair and guided me over him. The first time, he’d seemed to want to let me explore at my own pace. But now? He was showing me exactly how he wanted it.
“I’m gonna come.” His voice shook. “In or out?”
“In,” I muttered as best I could.
He let out a loud groan and warm liquid filled my mouth. I didn’t slow my movements—just the opposite. I took him faster and deeper with every spurt of salty cum.
I wanted more. So much more. My clit was throbbing, ready to grind on him again. I felt like a sex-crazed fiend. It was probably good he’d chosen to take things slowly because I would’ve let him have my virginity if he’d been willing to take it right now. I felt so ready. Yet I also recognized taking it was a responsibility he didn’t seem eager for. On some level, I knew that was because Archie truly cared about me. That was one of the only things I felt sure of lately.
He tucked himself back in. “That was so fucking good, Noelle. Thank you.”
“Thank you.” I grinned.
“You seem to like doing that.”
“I do.”
He smiled. “I could stay here all night, but you shouldn’t leave your friend alone any longer.”
“Yeah,” I sighed. “We should go back.”
I started to get up, but he pulled me back down, giving me one last amazing kiss.