Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“It’s just that it’s been a long time.” Her eyes are closed, and she takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling. “I didn’t expect to … have that happen so quickly.”
I brush my thumb over her lip before kissing her. “You have no idea how hard I’m working to take my time.”
She smiles up at me, a beautiful sight, and threads her fingers into my hair. “Don’t hold back, Buck.”
When she slides a hand between us and cups my cock, something deep inside me crumbles. As much as I’m attracted to her, I never intended to act on it, and I didn’t expect to ever be with her this way. It’s a gift I’m not going to take for granted.
I trail my mouth over her throat, down between her breasts, and across her center as I slide her pants and underwear off her hips. Settling my body between her legs, I kiss the spots where her legs meet her hips, then press another in the soft curls above her pussy.
As I’m sliding lower, she tugs at my shoulder. “I want you inside me, Buck.”
I’ll never make her ask twice. Not for anything she wants.
I slide two fingers between her legs and gather some of her wetness. She watches me suck it off my fingers as I undo my fly with my free hand.
Her gaze drops down to my cock, and I’m gratified when her eyes go wide again. There’s desire there, and some hesitation.
“I’ll go easy,” I tell her. “I’ll make you feel good.”
Biting her lower lip, she nods quickly, but her eyes stay fixed on my cock as I stroke my hand over the length of it, then sheathe up with a condom from the nightstand. I’m clean, but have no idea whether or not she’s on birth control.
I roll her onto her side, lie down behind her, and prop her top leg on top of mine. She rests her head on my outstretched arm, as I wrap a hand around her middle, tucking her close to me. “Are you comfortable?” When she nods, I say, “This position will keep me from going too deep. You let me know if anything hurts.”
I slide my hand lower to stroke my finger over her clit, as I nudge the tip of my cock at her entrance. She presses back against me, nuzzling her head into my shoulder and shifting her leg to open herself more.
When I sink into her, a groan comes out of me from somewhere deep. I knew she’d feel good, but not this good. So wet, so hot. So tight.
I make myself go slow. There’s no way I’m going to hurt her.
“Okay?” I ask when I’m a few inches in.
She hesitates for a moment. “It’s a little uncomfortable.”
“We can make it better.” I appreciate her telling me. She’s plenty wet, but I don’t know what’s normal for her.
I dig in my drawer for a bottle of lube, and when she and I are both slick with it, I press in again, no further than before, and stop. While I give her time to adjust, I stroke her clit.
“Thanks for being patient with me,” she whispers. “It’s just been a long time. Things don’t feel the same.”
“You don’t ever have to rush for me,” I tell her. “We do this right, or we don’t do it at all.”
“I don’t want to stop.”
I smile and pull her closer, then continue to tease her clit until she’s panting and squirming in my arms and pushing back against me to take me in deeper.
“Try again.”
I cup her breast in my hand, strum over her nipple, and monitor her reactions as I press in another inch, then another, then another. When she tells me it feels good, I know I can trust that she’s telling the truth. When she tells me it’s okay to move, I go gently, until she tells me to go faster.
Having her body in my arms and my cock buried inside her is as incredible as I imagined it would be. The fact that she’s trusting me with this experience after so many years alone … it means a lot.
I keep up a steady pace, making sure it continues to feel good for her. Some animal part of me would like to fuck into her hard until I’m spent, but this is about her enjoyment, and it always will be.
I’m getting plenty of my own pleasure, not only from how perfect she feels, but also from the desperate little sounds she makes each time I draw back, and the way she arches into me, wanting more.
When she moans, I go faster, and when she cries out, “Buck!” and squeezes my arm, I rut into her faster still.
I have her breast in my palm and her nipple between my fingers when she comes again. Her pussy throbs around my cock, and when I start to lose control, I don’t try to hold back. I follow right after her, saying her name as my cock pulses deep inside her, the primitive part of me hating the barrier between us.