Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
She didn’t just lie there like some centerfold, like a doll I had posed so I could look at her. Lexi sat up, kissed my cheek and my lips, leaned her forehead against mine. It made me shake all over, just her hand so tender on my face, her thumb stroking the corner of my mouth.
“I’m cold,” she said softly, “please.”
I could’ve pulled a blanket over her. I could have done that, but I knew what she meant, the kind of cold that loneliness makes you, the kind where you feel like you’ll never get warm again. So I took her in my arms and lay down beside her, our legs tangling up together in a way that was somehow sweet and hot at the same time.
“I want you to be ready. I won’t rush you,” I told her. I needed her to know she was safe with me, that I’d always keep her safe, even if it meant protecting her from the wild lust coursing through me.
“I know,” she said. “But I think I’m ready. Didn’t I feel ready to you?”
I kissed her eyes, her cheeks, her chin. “God, yes. But you’re too much. There’s no way a woman can be that wet after so little.”
“You kissing me and touching me isn’t so little. It’s amazing. Do you realize how it feels when you just stroke my neck like that? It’s crazy, but I feel it all the way down my body, see,” she trailed her fingers lightly down the side of my neck and my cock clenched and jerked in response. She smiled wickedly at me.
I tried to unbutton my jeans, but hand to God, I was shaking too hard. She pushed my fingers aside and unfastened the pants herself, pushed them down. We were naked together on the bed. I felt the strangest mix of thrilled and terrified. This was Lexi. This mattered. If this ended up being a mistake, I was risking someone precious to me. If it was as good as I thought it would be, neither of us would live through it. I actually wondered if I could survive making love to Lexi after wanting her so fiercely. I’d never been this aroused, this painfully hard before. I worried that I would be too much for her, that no matter how she tried, she’d never be able to stretch to accommodate me. I’d had girls before panic when they saw it, freak out and say it would never fit. I wanted to get Lexi as wet as possible. I didn’t want to hurt her. I wouldn’t risk that.
I kneaded her ass, her back as I kissed her neck. I tried to slide my hand to her breast, to flick that tiny, diamond hard nipple, but she caught my hand.
“Rafe, please. I’m gonna go crazy if you don’t give it to me already. Stop playing around. I need you.”
“I want to make sure,” I said. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“If you’re hurting me, I’ll tell you,” she said, sounding exasperated. I kissed her chin and her bottom lip.
“Don’t be scared, I’m right here,” I told her.
“I think I should be saying that to you. Trust me, Rafe. I want you. If going bare makes you nervous, you don’t have to.”
“It’s not that. I’m having trouble holding it together here. I don’t want to take you too roughly.”
“Come here,” she said, “you’re always saying that to me, and I always listen. Even when I’m sure I don’t deserve it, I believe you. So come here, Rafe, come here and let me feel you inside me.”
I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. Then I shoved my boxers down and ran the slick head of my cock between her thighs. I just moved around, tracing her slit and her folds, bumping the tender head of my dick against her clit. She shuddered, her mouth dropped open, her hand trying to cover mine, trying to grip my cock. I shook my head, “Let me,” I said.
She held my shoulders, her body still and yielding as I pressed in, just at the rim of her sex. The head of my cock flared with the contact, at the feel of her damp, hot pussy consuming it.
“Talk to me,” she whispered, gathering me close. I teased her, every fold, every curve, every sensitive spot, I found. I was jerking hard, unable to hold back. I thrust into her about halfway. She was so tight, so small around me that I stopped, dragging in a breath.
“More,” she whispered.
“What?’
“I want more of you. All of you,” she said. “Rafe, you’re my man. The one who saved me. Don’t hold back now.”
Her words released me from the tight hold I’d had on myself. I plunged into her, going balls-deep, filling her to the hilt. She cried out ‘yes’ again and again, her arms around me. I had her pressed on her back into the mattress, her legs around me, her arms holding me tightly against her.