Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“Got it,” he says, stepping back into the room, just as I’m feeling around for the covers, to pull them back and slide underneath them.
I don’t have to ask what he got because the flicker of a light sounds, and then the room is lit with a soft glow of a candle. He places one on each dresser, turns off the flashlight, and steps to the bed, smiling down at me. The candles give off just enough light to make out his features.
“Good girl,” he rumbles as he reaches behind him, grabs the neck of his T-shirt, pulls it over his head, and tosses it behind him, not a care where it might land. Thankfully, the dresser and the lit candle are not behind him.
“Keep going,” I urge him, and I bite down on the inside of my cheek. I don’t know where this brazen part of me is coming from. It’s new, and tonight is the first time it’s ever surfaced. Must be the Foster effect.
“So bossy,” he says, chuckling.
I keep my eyes glued to him as he strips out of the rest of his clothes. Pulling open the bedside table, he grabs a box of unopened condoms. He tears at the box and pulls out a strip, tossing it onto the bed.
“You’d better check the date on those,” I tease, trying to lighten the heaviness of the moment.
“Probably.” He laughs as he grabs the box he just tossed back into the drawer and moves over toward the candle. “June,” he rasps. “Thank fuck,” he mumbles, and I giggle.
“I’m on the pill, too, so we’re covered.”
“Why?”
“Helps with my cycle, and I wanted to be prepared should a moment like this ever present itself.”
“My girl is smart and beautiful,” he says, tossing the box back into the bedside drawer, lifting the covers, and climbing beneath them next to me. He wastes no time, pulling me close and wrapping his arms around me.
“Wow,” I breathe as his warm embrace envelops me. “You’re so warm, and this is… I guess I didn’t know what I was missing all these years.”
“Baby, we haven’t even gotten to the good part,” he says, and I don’t have to lift my head to see his smile. I can hear it.
“I don’t know. Feeling your skin against mine like this, nothing between us, that’s pretty good,” I tell him, running my hands over his chest.
Reaching down, he pulls my thigh up over his, and his hard cock presses more prominently against my bare flesh than before. “Can I touch you?” I ask hesitantly.
“Eden, babe, you can do anything you want to me. Tonight is yours. You say go, and we go. You say stop; we stop. It’s that simple. You hold all the power here.”
“That’s not fair. I want this to be about us.”
He kisses me softly, just a few quick pecks of his lips against mine. “This is about us, baby. You’re in my bed. Naked. Your body is molded to mine. If you told me that all you wanted to do was talk or sleep or stare at the shadows on the ceiling, it would still be the best night I’ve had in—longer than I can remember,” he says, his voice reverent.
His words have me feeling all warm and gooey on the inside. “Go,” I whisper, as I reach between us and grip his hard cock.
“Just like that, no other warning?” He chuckles.
“Just practicing this power thing you claim I have,” I tease. “Show me what feels good.”
“You, Eden. You feel good. Your body next to mine, your hand on my cock, it’s all perfect,” he says softly.
“So, when I do this?” I ask, pumping my fist, stroking him from base to tip.
“Yeah,” he hisses.
“Is it ready? I mean, are you ready?” I ask. I know he says this is about me, but he should have the chance to back out, too. “I mean, do you still want this? Want me?” I ask, and I hate the insecurity that I hear in my voice.
“Fuck yes,” he pants. “I want you. I’ve wanted you,” he confesses.
“Show me.”
He makes this sound. It’s kind of like a growl and a groan all rolled into one, and then he’s moving. I’m now flat on my back, and he’s settled between my thighs. “Is there anything that’s off limits?” he asks.
“You mean, like ropes and stuff? Do I need a safe word or something?” I ask, a little bit of panic seeping in. I’m not sure I’m there yet. I’d just like to complete the first task of losing my virginity before we bring out the heavy stuff.
“No, sweetheart, no ropes. I’ve never done that, but if it’s something you want to explore, we can. Just not tonight.”
“I-I don’t know.”
“Can I kiss you here?” he asks, running his index finger through the wetness between my thighs. “Fuck, is all of this for me?”