Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
She frowns, as if processing this. “I’m a ‘read the manual before assembly’ kinda girl.”
Fucking adorable. “Alright. Understood. There are lots of ways we can do this.”
“So just so we’re clear,” she says, narrowing her eyes, “we’re talking about sex, right?”
“Sex?” I ask with mock surprise. “I wasn’t going to take it that far.”
Her jaw unhinges, and I must have a smile in my eyes because she immediately groans. “God, you got me there. Okay, so we are talking about sex.”
“Of course.”
She looks at me curiously, furrowing her adorable brow. “Are you… sure about that? That you want to? With me?”
I growl, half ready to yank her over my knee and spank her ass all over again.
“Fucking sure.”
“I’m just not… experienced,” she says with a grimace.
“I’m aware.”
She cringes and squeezes her eyes shut. “Nooo. You know I’m a virgin?”
“Of course.”
Her eyes fly open. “How did you know?”
“Kinda pegged it after talking with your friends. They were so adamant about making sure I didn’t hurt you, and the things they said just made me have… suspicions.”
She shakes her head. “Not buying it. You used some kinda guy-dar to know it, didn’t you?”
“Guy-dar?”
“Like radar guys have?”
“Babe, get over here.” I’m done with this silly talk. I take her by the hand and bring her over to the bed. “I want to see you in the light.”
Moonlight streams in from the open window, casting a magical, whimsical glow around her.
“Do you sparkle in the light, Miguel?” she asks. “Do your fangs come out during a full moon?”
I lay her down gently, her back pressed up against the bed. I love the way her eyes dance at me, as if she’s teasing me. Like she knows where this is going and wants to savor every last drop.
I bare my teeth at her, unable to resist the appeal. “Like this?”
“Oooohhh.”
I kiss her chin, then her neck, dragging my tongue along the sweet, salty taste of her skin. She moans when I suckle and give her neck a playful bite.
“Like that, baby?”
“My God, your voice,” she breathes. “I love it when you’re all growly and husky.”
I lower my body to hers, pressing my erection against the fullness of her belly.
“Ooh, I like that.”
“And I like that you don’t hold back.”
She’s not afraid to tell me what she likes. Makes my job—pleasing her—that much easier. Like everything else about her, she’s free, unencumbered, holding nothing back from me.
I don’t play, she told me.
What you see is what you get.
And isn’t that exactly what I love about her?
Love?
I take my mind off of everything but pleasing her. I focus on the way her breaths hitch, the way she squirms and moans. The way her grip on me tightens, telling me without a word exactly what she needs.
She likes it hard, and she likes it dirty.
“So how do we do this?” she whispers. “Will it hurt? Will it make me bleed?”
“Maybe, maybe not. I’ll makes sure you’re wet, means you’re ready for me. And I’ll take it nice and slow. And if anything’s too much, you tell me. If you need to stop or take a break, you tell me, baby. Got it?”
“Got it.”
She frames my face in her hands and brings my mouth to hers for a kiss. I close my eyes, loving the way we fit together, like we’re made for this. This.
Time slows when our lips meet. Her body melts beneath mine. We don’t need words, as we say so much with no words at all.
I trust you.
I want you.
I want to be here with you, in this moment, to explore who you are and show you who I am.
“I want to kiss my way down that body of yours,” I whisper in her ear. “I want to taste you. Feel you. Make sure you’re ready for me.”
“Okay.” Her voice is quiet, her look trusting.
Okay, she says, handing me full confidence without looking back.
I won’t betray that trust. I fucking won’t.
“Hands up,” I breathe against her ear. She obeys, raising her wrists above her head as I slowly strip her clothes off. My pulse quickens when her dress glides off her arms, then her head, leaving her in a simple cotton bra and panties. I fucking love that she hasn’t put on a show for me, that she’s showing me who she is, just like this.
Her figure’s curvy and gorgeous, and she’s got the cutest little freckle on her left breast. I bend and lick it, making her smile, before I draw her nipple in my mouth as I ease her silky panties down her legs.
She arches her back when I nip the tender skin. I’ve never been with a woman so easily pleased, and I love it. I love every minute of being with her. Her pretty sighs and moans, the way she bites her lip when I touch her, her eyes meeting mine, so trusting. So full of eager anticipation.