Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
I reach around to unhook her bra. Together we guide it off her arms, and she digs her hand into my hair again as I pluck the silver barbell between my finger and thumb.
Gently, gently.
Her teeth come down, hard, on her bottom lip. She arches against me, making soft panting sounds.
Her nipple is pliable. Pebbled and pink.
“Let me get you ready for me, yeah?” I bend my head to suck her other nipple in my mouth. “We’re gonna be a tight fit, so lemme stretch you out a little.”
In reply, she hikes her knee up on my hip. “Okay.”
I suck on her nipples while I reach down to find her entrance, pausing to circle her clit once, twice. I see stars at the ease with which my finger sinks inside her.
I can’t formulate words. I can only make growling sounds at her cunt’s tight pull on my finger.
“One more.” I bite down tenderly on her nipple as I nudge a second finger inside her. “Talk to me, Lainey.”
Her breath catches when I push that second finger a little bit more inside her. It’s tight, but I can fit.
Barely.
“Lainey.”
“Keep going.” But her brows are knit together.
I stop. “No rush—”
She grabs my wrist and pushes my fingers farther inside. “Keep. Going.”
My dick screams at her willingness. Her very real need for more.
I want more, I think wildly. I never realized how I might have settled for less before.
I push and I push. Lainey arches her back, mouth falling open. “No pain,” she assures me. “It’s just not comfortable. Not yet.”
I press my thumb to her clit. Her eyes flutter shut. Her cunt stretches around me, making room for more.
“I’m ready,” she breathes, gesturing to the bedside table. “Condoms—”
But I’m already reaching across the bed. Pulling open the drawer, I have to laugh when I see a purple vibrator alongside the box of condoms.
I pick it up, tossing it in my hand. “Awful small for something that makes such a racket.”
Lainey bites her lip, her green eyes shining. “If you behave, maybe we can use it.”
“Aw, honey, I ain’t behavin’ tonight.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
I grit my teeth. She’s just so…effortlessly, genuinely playful. I wonder if that’s why I’m able to be playful with her in a way I haven’t in years.
Hell, a decade.
It’s like she’s giving me permission to just be. No second guesses. No putting on a show.
Dropping the vibrator back into the drawer, I grab the box and open it.
It takes me two tries to tear away one foil packet. I blame impatience for how badly I’m shaking. It’s just been too long. I’m just having so much fun.
Not the whole truth, and you know it.
But the whole truth scares the shit out of me, so I’m not gonna go there right now.
Tossing the condom to Lainey, I sit up and start unbuttoning my shirt. “Open that.”
“Only time I like it when you’re bossy”—she brings the packet to her mouth—“is when we’re in bed.”
I chuckle, if only to drown out the thoughts that loop through my head. I’ll boss you around anytime, honey. Get used to it. We’ll be doing this tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that.
What happens when it ends, though?
Where does all this relief and need and playfulness go when she leaves?
Because I like this version of myself. I’m terrified, wearing my heart on my sleeve in a way that makes absolutely no sense. Part of me feels like I’m being reckless. Another part feels just plain brave.
Maybe keeping my walls up wasn’t the accomplishment I always believed it was. Maybe…
Hell, maybe it made me less of a man. Because right now, buttons flying off my shirt as I tear it off in gleeful anticipation, my boots falling to the floor with dull thuds, I feel alive.
Fully, deeply alive.
It takes me too long to get naked. Worth the effort, though, because when I turn to face Lainey, her eyes rake hungrily over my bare chest and stomach and thighs, stopping on my erect cock.
Her throat works on a swallow. “Pretty.”
“You keep saying that.”
“You don’t like the praise?”
I chuckle, sitting back on my haunches between Lainey’s legs. My dick is obscenely heavy. Bigger than I’ve ever been.
“I love the praise. Clearly.”
Condom in one hand, she reaches for me with the other. We both watch as she gives me a firm tug, drawing a bead of precum to my tip.
I wanna lean in. Kiss her mouth. Let her know just how good she makes me feel. I got all this shit inside me—joy, eagerness, tenderness, gratitude—and I wanna share it with her. Show her with my lips and tongue what this means to me.
I want that so badly it hurts.
“Get me ready, honey.” I go up on my knees and scooch a little closer.
When she starts rolling the condom onto my length, my balls tighten. I close my eyes.