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)
With that, I climb into the driver's seat and lace our fingers together as we pull out of Decker's driveway and head toward my place.
Our place.
7
Allister
Back at my house, I settle her into the big armchair by the windows, where the master bedroom opens over the ravine that sold me the first time I saw it. Seventeen acres, far enough out for privacy, close enough to the city for work.
With her in it, my bedroom is our bedroom now. Just like that.
I get the shower going and strip my shirt off. I don't know what comes next, but I want her in there with me. I want to run the soap over her, find out what her nipples feel like in my mouth.
I take a breath and stride out of the steam-filled bathroom.
She's still in the chair, watching the low afternoon light, and the sight of it draping around her shoves the breath out of me.
"Come on." I almost ask if she wants to join me, then change my mind. With us, I'm taking the lead. I need her. I need to be in charge. "I want you close to me. I want to feel you against me."
I walk over and take her soft hands in mine, and her eyes rake up and down me. Then a blush rises on her cheeks, and it looks like doubt.
"I'm not sure I'm ready."
"I just want us together, precious. I'd love to make love to you right now, but we're going to wait until it's right. Until you want it as bad as I do, no matter how long that takes. Right now, I just want to wash you. Shampoo your hair and take you in. All of you."
She bites her lip and drags in a breath, and it hits me what an idiot I am.
"I'll keep you safe. I'll hold onto you the whole time. There's a big bench in the shower, and you can sit if you'd like. Whatever makes you happy."
"I'm sorry. It's just. I mean…" She throws her head back, eyes on the ceiling, and I hate that she's ashamed of a single part of herself. I wish I could take that away for her. "I can stand, I just have to be careful. I take showers all the time without anything on my legs. I just can't stand for too long. God, this is so embarrassing to have to tell you all this."
"Fuck, baby, no." I pull her up and into my chest. "I want all of this. You need to understand that. Nothing about you will ever embarrass me, and it shouldn't embarrass you to tell me. Tell me everything. Anything. Damn, if I could, I'd live inside your head just to know what you're thinking and feeling every second. And I love every part of you. Especially the parts you think you have to hide. To me, those are the most beautiful parts of you. Okay? So let's go get wet."
I reach around her waist and scoop her up in one swoop. It startles a laugh out of her as her legs scramble for purchase and finally hook halfway around my waist, and she winces.
"Careful, please don't hurt yourself, Leah."
In the bathroom, I stand her in front of me, leaning into the vanity, and work the zipper down the back of her dress, loving every second, every inch of bared flesh.
When I'm done, I let it drop to the floor around her ankles and watch her reach back to unclasp her bra, letting it fall, baring herself to me. I stand frozen, my hands lifting to cup her breasts on their own, then I lean down to kiss her nipples and moan, selfish with the pleasure of it.
"So beautiful," I whisper, then stand and strip off my cum-soaked pants and boxers, tossing them aside, reaching for her hand. "Hold onto me, Leah."
I open the glass door and guide her in, the jets of hot water streaming down her body while I stare. The water catches in her dark lashes and runs over her full lips, and my mind goes straight to filthy places. I picture those lips open, taking my cock, and I'm harder than I've ever been.
When she reaches to run her hands down my chest, lower to my abs, cum is already sneaking up and out of my slit. I grab the soap and start to learn her body, running my slick hands over every line and curve while she steadies herself with her tiny hands on me.
She keeps her eyes off me, still won't look straight at my full, thick cock, and it's cute, but I want her to see. I want her to look at what's hers. I'm big. Not just big, long and thick, more than will be comfortable for her. For a second, fear runs through me, and I'm praying I won't hurt her when the time comes.