Series: Cobalt Empire Series by Krista Ritchie
Total pages in book: 234
Estimated words: 226965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1135(@200wpm)___ 908(@250wpm)___ 757(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 226965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1135(@200wpm)___ 908(@250wpm)___ 757(@300wpm)
I bite the inside of my bottom lip before saying, “I trust you.”
He expels a hot aroused breath, then removes a square foil packet from his pocket. He bites down on the corner of the wrapper, the unripped condom dangling from his mouth, as he sheds the rest of his clothes. His pants. His boxer-briefs. They crumple in a heap on the floor.
We’re both entirely fucking naked, and his eyes haven’t left my breasts now that my bra is gone. Mine haven’t left his thick cock. Holy fuck, okay, yeah, he’s even bigger than I imagined, most likely due to his current erection that’s been freed from the confines of fabric. That is going to be inside me.
My pussy aches as if pleading for it.
I’m a puddle of need. I lean back against the firmer couch cushions that mimic a headboard. He grips my ankle, then slides me down fully supine on the mattress. He knows exactly what to do, Harriet. That thought is like a slow drip of Valium, washing away all worry about the next steps. I love not having to lead this expedition.
He takes one of the pillows and fits it underneath my lower back. Then he reaches up and rips the condom’s wrapper with his teeth. He spits the sliver of foil off to the side, then his gaze drops back down to my breasts. He says, “I’m sorry. I have to—” He abandons fitting on the condom to put his lips to my perked nipple, as if he can’t wait any longer.
I let out a whimper as he sucks against the bud, kisses, laps his tongue against me. Holy shit, holy shit. My legs rattle, and my back tries to arch into him. I twitch as he toys with the sensitivity. Oh…my God. I’m busty, so when he squeezes my other breast, he has a soft handful of me, kneading in a firm grip. His undeniable, impatient craving for my body has my head spinning. My toes curling.
Ragged breaths leave my lips. “You’re a tits guy?” I ask, practically panting.
He sucks my nipple harder, and a moan scratches my throat. When he releases hold of my breasts, he says, “I’m a Harriet guy. Everything about you turns me on. Tits. Ass. Ears.” He pinches my prominent ear that sticks out of my hair. “Nose.” He bops a finger on the tip of my nose. “Lips.” His thumb caresses my soft bottom lip, teasing it from entering my mouth.
He pulls away before he does and plants his hand on the mattress beside my head. “What about you?”
“I’m a dick girl,” I tell him.
He’s full-on grinning. “I knew it.”
“Yeah?” I try not to smile. “What gave me away?”
“Oh, all those times I caught you looking at my dick, Friend.”
I heat. “I did not—”
“You did.” He fixes my bangs so they’re not in my eyes. “I liked it. I like when you look.” Confirmation of that settles me into a toxic mixture of needy impatience.
He must be feeling the same unsettled desire because he leans back, still on his knees, but more angled against his heels. He pinches the tip of the condom.
“I can help,” I tell him. “I’ve put condoms on guys before.” Instantly, I inwardly grimace. I don’t think he wants to know about my past sexual exploits now.
His eyes flash to me. “I trust you,” he says, casually. Totally not put off by my words. “But I’m going to do this myself if that’s okay? I’ve had one too many girls rip it when they try, and I don’t have the restraint to wait to grab a new one with you.”
I nod, new feelings starting to swarm me that have nothing to do with arousal.
It’s a sudden realization of how comfortable this is. How he makes me feel like I could never say the wrong thing or mess this up in any way. Am I ever going to feel like this again with anyone else? Do I even want to?
I brush away the onslaught of emotion to focus on him rolling the condom along his hard shaft. He lifts me by the waist, my legs dangling on either side of his hips. My shoulders remain on the mattress, and my back still has the support of the pillow. I have an amazing view of his carved muscles and body while he’s on his knees. It’s not hard to meet his gaze either.
His eyes latch on mine, watching my reaction as he grips his cock and guides himself in me. The tip presses against my opening, racing my pulse in anticipation, then he drives more of himself inside.
Oh…God. A grimace overtakes my face, pain flaring for a quick second. Ben abruptly stops moving. He waits, gauging my expression.
“I’m fine.” My voice is more hostile than I like.