Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
He grabbed the shampoo and conditioner and they seemed to speed through that. Cyrus turned off the shower, and Willow was a little disappointed that it was over. Only, she should have known better.
It was not over.
Not yet.
As he dried her body, this time it was different. Willow didn’t know for sure why, but he was gentle and attentive.
He picked her up in his arms, which caused her to let out a squeal as she wasn’t expecting him to hold her like this. He carried her straight through to the bedroom. When he placed her on the bed, they hadn’t spoken about this, but Willow knew.
Cyrus turned off the main light, but left the lamps on either side of the bed on and allowed them to glow. He reached into his drawer, and she watched as he grabbed a condom.
“The first time, I don’t want to wear one of these, but there is always a chance of pregnancy. Are you on the pill?” he asked.
“No.”
“I could get you pregnant if I don’t wear one of these,” he said.
“I know.”
“Willow, I’m not after a good time. I’m after forever with you. We’re not just having fun. I’m not saying this shit so I can fuck you without wearing one of these, but I am telling you, I’m in this for life. You and me.”
It was crazy stupid. She knew that. All the books preached to be safe and protected, to wear condoms, to not trust a man’s word.
Cyrus was not just any man.
He was a Reaper.
He was loyal.
He had never lied to her, and she knew he was not lying now.
He was declaring his intention.
“I don’t want you to wear it.” And she trusted him. She did love him. She’d known Cyrus all her life. He was a good man, a kind man, a truthful man—a man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.
He threw the condom to the floor and cupped her face, moving between her thighs. She felt the hard ridge of his cock as he settled between her legs. His cock was so hard.
Cyrus traced his tongue across her bottom lip, she opened her mouth, and he thrust his tongue inside, as she stroked his with her own. They explored one another, and she ran her hands all over him.
He’d already brought her to orgasm once, but she felt one of his hands slide between her thighs and start to stroke her clit. She didn’t think she was going to be able to orgasm so close, not when she was nervous and excited.
Cyrus knew her body, and he knew what he wanted.
He stroked her and used two fingers to massage her clit. At the same time as he worked an orgasm from her, he started to kiss down her neck, straight to her nipples. She felt like her tits and clit were connected. He sucked hard on a nipple and then stroked the bud with the tip of his tongue, before moving to the next breast. He went back and forth, and his patience was next level.
Willow was about to tell him to stop, but he stroked her body, and it was like he flipped a switch as within the next second, she was coming apart in his arms. His name spilled from her lips as a second orgasm rode her body higher.
At some point, Cyrus had stopped touching her, but she was still floating on cloud nine, and there was nothing she could do but go over the edge. He was the master of her body.
She opened her eyes as she felt the tip of his cock glide between her slit.
This was it.
He moved down so that he was poised at her entrance. This is what she wanted.
Willow knew there was going to be pain.
He slammed deep, tearing through the thin veil of her virginity. The pain was instant and took her breath away. She clenched her hands into fists and squeezed her eyes closed. This was hard. At thirty years old, she was finally having sex, and it was painful. They wrote books about a woman’s first time.
Cyrus wrapped his arms around her.
The pain didn’t last. Willow opened her eyes and looked to see him staring at her.
“I hated hurting you,” he said. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
“Do you want me to move?”
“Not yet,” she said.
He wiped at her eyes and she didn’t even realize she had been crying. “I vowed to never hurt you.”
“Stop,” she said. She saw the conflict in his gaze. “Stop. A woman’s first time is painful, but trust me, there is no way I would want to be with anyone else. I want to be with you, and if that means having this pain, then so be it.” She licked her dry lips. “Because I’m yours, Cyrus Tistleton. There has never been another man and there won’t ever be another man. I’m all yours, forever.” And with that, she lifted up and kissed him.