Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
I considered faking sensations, but again, Samuel acted before I could. His touch became firmer as he kneaded my upper thighs, and finally, I felt it everywhere, especially deep in my core, as if my head had finally caught up. He lowered his head and pressed a kiss to my thigh as his eyes regarded my face, gauging my reaction. I saw the kiss more than I felt it, but by seeing it, seeing Samuel’s beautiful face against my thigh, my body reacted with a flood of desire. He bit down lightly on my skin, and I felt that in my core like a shock wave of arousal. My eyes widened, stunned and helpless in his hands.
His fingers hooked in my panties, and he pulled them down. Heat filled my cheeks from the intense look in his eyes as he raised them from my center to my face. Never taking his gaze off me, he gripped my upper thigh and parted me. I should have looked away, but I couldn’t bring myself to. I wanted to watch the hunger in Samuel’s eyes as he looked at me. He dragged his thumb along my crease, and I sucked in a startled breath, too caught up in the sensation to be embarrassed because my body didn’t react as easily.
He rubbed my folds very lightly, then pushed between them. I could feel that I was only slightly wet and worried that he’d be frustrated with my lack of reaction, but Samuel dipped the pad of his thumb into me, causing me to gasp again. He began to draw out my arousal and spread it on my folds and clit, dip and swirl, dip and swirl, over and over again until I was panting and ready, even without lubricant. He pushed his thumb into me once more, but this time, he didn’t pull it back out. Instead, he started circling while his two fingers stroked my clit. I stared at his strong hand, at the fingers giving me pleasure. I could feel every movement as if he was tugging at my nerve endings like a puppet master.
It was indescribable, and I clung to the blankets, panting, gasping, losing control of my body and the sounds coming from my mouth.
“Good,” he encouraged in a low voice. “You’re doing very good, Emma.”
His praise sent a new flood of arousal through me. He pulled out his thumb and brushed two fingers over my opening. I tensed, waiting for the discomfort, but Samuel held my gaze as he began rubbing my clit with his thumb, making me pant once more before he began to ease his fingers into me. My brows snatched together at the stretching sensation. It wasn’t painful, but definitely uncomfortable.
“Remember, you can say stop anytime,” he reminded me again.
“I know,” I pressed out, slightly annoyed because I didn’t want him to treat me like a porcelain doll.
“You’re only eighteen, Emma. You’re very inexperienced, so I treat you how a good husband should treat his young virgin bride, but trust me, no part of me wants to stop.”
His words made me flush, but then he pushed his fingers deeper into me and pressed harder against my clit, and any sane thought left my mind. Silence settled over us except for my pants and moans and Samuel’s deep breathing. I could feel my control slipping more and more as my pleasure mounted.
I bit my lip, and tension shot through my belly as waves of pleasure radiated from my center all through my body. Samuel looked up, his intense gaze focusing on my face. In the throes of my orgasm, I was unable to look away, to do anything but allow my body to run the show and ride the waves of pleasure. Samuel watched me the entire time, only briefly averting his gaze to watch his fingers on me, in me. He still moved them, but slower, his thumb only lightly circling my sensitive clit. I was lost in the sensations, amazed at my body, at his ability to allow me this.
His fingers kept up their teasing, allowing me to relish the pleasurable aftermath of my release. Then he pushed off me, straightening to his full impressive height, and started undressing. My eyes followed his progress, terrified and excited, as he shed one piece of clothing after the other until he stood before me completely naked. I exhaled when I caught sight of his erection, exhilarated that I had done this to him, but at the same time scared of having him in me. He was so much bigger than two fingers, which had already been uncomfortable.
Sleeping with someone, with him, had always been such an abstract concept. For a long time, I hadn’t thought it would happen to me at all. I’d never felt more woman than I did at this moment, strangely empowered by my body’s reaction.