Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“Beautiful.”
He stepped close and kissed her as he lifted her and carried her to his bed. Laying her back, he allowed one hand to trail over her figure. Head braced on one hand, he watched facial expressions when his fingertips moved over different parts of her body.
Her eyes remained locked on his, wide, innocent, and trusting. Over her ribs, past her small waist and hips, he dragged his touch. Her breathing quickened and she shifted only to still.
“Why are you still dressed?”
“I want to make this good for you, Rebecca. Like your first time should have been.”
She watched him before reaching up to touch him. “My first time was perfect. I want to explore you as well.”
“I don’t have that much control,” he rasped.
Her hand drifted lower to the waistband of his pants. He inhaled sharply when she grazed against his length. Christ, if she did that again he would embarrass himself.
“My turn to explore right now.” He captured her hand and put it by her side. “My turn to do this,” he murmured, lowering his head. He captured one nipple in his mouth and sucked hard as she arched with a cry.
“Shh.” He moved to this other and did the same thing. Back and forth until she writhed beneath his administrations. Her nipples were taut and from her reactions, very sensitive.
Lower and lower, he moved until he settled between her legs, widening them. Inhaling deeply he closed his eyes in ecstasy at the scent of her arousal. Heady. Spicy. Addictive.
She moved a bit away so he rested an arm across her midsection, immobilizing her. “Cy, no,” she began.
He cut her off by placing his mouth over her core. He swept up between the lips with his tongue and her essence coated it. Lord, she was wet and ready. Her taste drove him crazy and with a rumble, he went for more.
He feasted. She undulated against him, riding his tongue as she had his cock. Her fingers dug into his scalp as he continued to lap away. With his free hand, he slipped in two fingers, groaning at her tightness. In and out, he drove them as his tongue flicked over her clit. Her thighs clamped along his head as her hands pulled him closer still.
Her back bowed and internal muscles clenched around his fingers as she came. He replaced the digits with his tongue and lapped all her cream.
“Cy,” she moaned. Her body still trembled.
Backing away, he divested himself of all remaining attire. Her eyes were slightly unfocused but unwavering as she stared at his length. He fisted himself and stroked twice as he repositioned himself between her legs. Eyes on one another he pushed into her. Instantly her tight wet sheath gripped him.
“Damn, you’re so tight.”
She watched him. “Move.”
Thank God, she said that because he didn’t believe he could have withheld any longer. Starting slow, he withdrew and flexed forward until he had a nice rhythm. Rebecca met him thrust for thrust and with each stroke he delivered he witnessed her hunger grow.
“Legs around my waist,” he ordered.
She complied and he lifted her up a bit, allowing deeper penetration. Her eyes darkened as she gasped.
“Uh…uh…uh,” she mewled, head tossing on his pillow.
He watched her in the candlelight. Her small breasts bounced with each forward motion, lips swollen from his kisses and wet from her licking them. Her hands were on his forearms, nails digging into his flesh then moved up to his shoulders.
Damn, she was beautiful.
“More,” she begged. “More please.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He wasn’t a small man.
“Cy…please…I….need…Cy…”
To hear her calling him Cy with that breathless quality of voice pushed away the remnants of his control. A growl, almost savage in nature, rolled from his lips. Harder he drove. The bed frame slammed into the wall and he moved faster. Needing more. Wanting it all. She rode his pace as if she’d been doing it forever, not asking for quarter. No, she encouraged him on with her cries and pants.
She came in a rush with a wordless scream, hips rising to meet his furious thrusts. The velvet walls rippled around him and he erupted with a low roar.
Shit! His body trembled as he lowered it onto her. His heart pounded out of control. He’d never felt like this before.
Not true, his brain reminded. You felt this with her before.
Shoving that thought away, he brushed a gentle kiss on her lips. “Are you okay?”
Her affirmative was more of a purr and he grinned. Soon they were under his blankets and he held her close. The silence between them not at all strained. He’d begun to doze when her fingers moved from his waist down his leg. He flinched as if shot when she met his scar.
“Don’t,” he snapped, grabbing her wrist and it removing it from the puckered skin.