Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
"Really? You…" Her cheeks ripen to deep crimson, her full lips framing the masterpiece of her smile. Her voice falls to a whisper, as if anyone else could hear her. "You came from our kiss?"
"Full on, baby. Didn't you hear that grunt? That was a cum grunt. It fucking hurt, I came so hard." I grin right back at her, because it's impossible not to. I'm released from pride and ego. Nothing matters but the truth and making her smile.
She moves her hands in mine, twisting them until our fingers lace, and my heart swells, because she wants to hold us together.
"I wouldn't know what kind of grunt that was. I thought I hurt you. I've never even kissed a boy…" She cuts herself off with another unsteady smile. "…a man before. Neither one, boy or man."
She tips her head side to side, fluttering her eyelashes, and it's the damn cutest thing I've ever seen. She's got my balls tied in knots already.
The fact sinks in. She's never kissed anyone before. I'm her first.
I'm overwhelmed by that honor. And then it hits me, and my ego marches back in the door and swells with the thought that every one of her firsts will be mine.
She doesn't know it yet, but I do.
Being this close to her pushes away my own insecurities about how little experience I have. It also makes me want to see her smile every day from now until forever.
And give her about a billion orgasms.
And hopefully babies. Lots of babies.
But always orgasms, because that's the only other face I want to see her wearing, besides a smile. Her "O" face. And I'm going to be the one to see it first and forever.
"What are you doing?" Her eyes narrow, and she tugs her lips to the side. The little mole just under her left eye twitches. I shake myself out of my lust-filled stupor.
"I'm honestly not sure." My face aches with something unfamiliar, and I'm wearing the biggest dumbass smile the world ever saw.
Like a "kid on Christmas morning" kind of smile.
"You look good with a smile. It suits you." She teases.
"Let that be our secret, okay?"
Her giggle sends a lightning bolt from my head to my toes, exploding in a painful jerk of my still-wet cock.
I let her hands go.
"Do you trust me, Leah? Like, really, do you?" I cup her cheeks, feeling the silky warmth of her skin under my palms, and I picture how that same softness will feel when I get my tongue on her pussy. Because I want that more than I want my next heartbeat.
Her lips tuck in against her teeth for a moment. She's considering me, and I like that she's giving it real thought, because the question means more to me than she knows.
When she nods, it sends my blood pressure through the roof, and I peck gently at her nose, then her forehead. I can't take her lips again yet. The fire building inside me will explode, and I'm not sure she's ready for that kind of intensity.
"May said orgasms are amazing," she whispers.
My bones ache with how much I want her right now.
I dip my head lower, grip her face in my massive hands, hold her eyes on mine. There's a twinkle there, a boldness that shocks and inspires me. She fascinates me. This innocent doe has an honesty about her that nearly sends me to the ground.
"Well, let's see what you think after I give you one." I search her eyes for any hesitation, but an impish curve at the corner of her mouth tells me there's none. "Or ten."
5
Leah
The guesthouse is all hard edges, gunmetal and glass, and a white leather couch built for a man half Allister's size. He's given up on the couch and folded onto the edge of the bed instead, and somehow he still fills the whole room, the way he fills every doorway he has to duck through. It's full dark out now. May got married this morning, the house has gone quiet around us, and he hasn't left, the way he promised he wouldn't. One lamp turns everything gold: his hair, the hard line of his jaw, the spicy-clean smell of him that's been wrapped around me since the courthouse. I sit beside him, pretending to be the kind of woman who does this, like my heart isn't trying to climb out of my chest.
He's got me around the waist and onto his lap in three seconds flat. Before I know it, I'm facing him, straddling something very hard that's hiding behind his perfectly-pressed slacks.
His arms are long enough to wrap around my waist twice. He's got me in a near choke hold, his lips and tongue painting my chest and neck while one massive hand glides up the indent of my back and catches my head as it falls, too heavy to hold up any longer.