Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 90972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Instead of answering in words, I throw a leg over him until I’m kneeling with his hips between my knees. I slept in nothing but my panties last night—neither of us bothered getting dressed again after our massages. Is this really me, sitting on top of this man, letting him look hungrily at my body before his hands start sliding up my legs?
Of course, because I am the girl in those stories we made up yesterday. This is my boyfriend. We had a meet-cute and everything. And now, with a smile playing over his lips, he murmurs, “I love looking at you like this. Do you have any idea how beautiful your body is?”
How would I? He’s the first person who ever said that to me. The body he likes so much goes warm not only because of his touch but out of pleasure and maybe a little bit of pride. “What else do you like doing with my body?” I ask, slowly leaning down and letting my hair brush against his chest and shoulders. His eyes are endless, full of mysteries I would love to solve. The more I learn about him, the more I want to know. The more time I spend with him, the more time I crave.
He lets me take the lead, kissing him slowly, lips lingering against his before I poke out the tip of my tongue to run over the seam. His deep, rumbling groan and growing dick pressing against my ass tell me I’m doing a good job. I don’t have to worry about being rejected.
This is how it could be all the time. Kissing slowly, feeling the heat build. My skin tingling under his touch. Moaning softly into his mouth when he peels my panties away, giggling as we awkwardly try to get me out of them.
He’s chuckling by the time he tosses them to the floor, then brushes my hair out of my face before kissing me again, deeper now. Making the fantasy real with every sweep of his tongue, every caress.
I can’t help but go with what my body wants, and pretty soon he’s harder than ever, pressing against me through his underwear while I slowly roll my hips and grind against him. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” he whispers, sitting up, pulling me tight against him.
“I would rather keep you alive,” I whisper back, wrapping my arms around his shoulders while he cups my boobs in his hands, lifting them to his waiting lips so he can suck and lick. It’s pure bliss, and he is so, so good at working my body like it’s an instrument made just for him.
“Inside me,” I moan, letting my head fall back, savoring every touch of his lips to my chest, my throat, until he finally has to take me by the back of my head to bring my mouth to his.
My body is on fire. I’m dripping wet when his hand finds me. The slightest touch and I’m shaking, weak, grinding hard, moaning into his mouth. His heart pounds against mine, and he holds me tight against him with his free arm while strumming my clit with the other. “Oh, yeah,” he grunts when I break the kiss. His breath is so hot, but it makes me shiver when it hits my skin. “Make yourself feel good. Get ready for my cock.”
It’s his words that take me over the edge, making me whimper and shudder before I fall apart. He holds me through it all, his soft kisses bringing me back to reality once the first blinding rush of pleasure slowly fades.
When I open my eyes, he’s smiling, stroking my hair. I tilt my hips to line him up with me once he pulls himself free of his shorts. “Let me watch you,” he whispers, sucking in a quick breath when I take him inside and begin to slowly lower myself on him.
He lies back, hands folded behind his head, and the nerves that almost held me back are nowhere to be found now. My needs are louder than any nerves, and they make it possible for me to move, riding him slowly, running my hands over his chest and his abs. Indulging in him. Indulging myself.
“So hot,” he growls, moving his hips, working with me. “Do you know how hot you are? How perfect?”
I don’t know about that. I only know this feels so good. This perfect little bubble we’ve created, our own world. There’s nothing but us, but this moment, with the tension building in my core again and his groans getting deeper, sharper with every slow stroke I take.
His hands run up my back and pull me down for another kiss. I go gladly, gasping when he takes hold of my hips to move me. I’m so close, and so is he, jerking his hips from below, bringing me down hard and fast in these last wild, breathless moments.