Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
"I may do that," I tell him as I unclick my seatbelt. "Ready?"
He tilts his head, hand working deftly to unlatch his own seatbelt.
"Are you nervous? Don’t be nervous."
"I don't want to mess up," I confess.
"You won't," he assures me.
"No pressure," I mutter as I climb out of the truck, meeting him near the hood.
"I'll walk you through it," he says with a wink before we set off for the front door.
I feel like a virgin on prom night as we climb onto the elevator, my hand shaking slightly as I select the fourth floor button. I'm both excited and more than a little nervous. I want this more than anything, but not having gone this far with anyone makes me take pause. Not because I think I'll have regrets, but because I lack the experience to make it good for my partner.
We're met with the low hum of the air conditioner as we step into the room, and I can feel the excitement flowing through Zayne as he pulls his purchases from the plastic bag and sets them on the bedside table.
"Lube, condoms, and a couple of Snickers bars?" I ask. "That's all we need?"
"Well," he says, turning back to face me. "The condoms are up to you, and the candy bars are for a snack after."
I scrunch my nose. "I never thought the candy bars were for anything other than that."
He shrugs. "Different strokes for different folks."
His smile is wide as he steps up to me, his arms going around my waist.
Now this feels natural, his proximity, and how much I ache to be even closer, skin touching skin.
"The condoms?" I whisper.
"How do you feel about them?"
I swallow, giving my head a little shake. "It's up to you."
He chews the corner of his lower lip, eyes locked onto mine.
"I don't see a need. You?"
I shake my head.
"Speak your truth," he whispers.
"I want to feel everything," I confess.
"Me, too."
"We can wait," I repeat, needing this experience to be the best it can be for both of us. As badly as I want it, I don't want to look back on this and remember the pain he was in. If it takes weeks of healing for us to have that, then I'd be more than happy to wait.
"Do you want to?" he asks, his body tensing as if he's going to take a step back.
"No," I tell him. "But I only want to go forward if you're sure you'll be alright."
"I know you realized at the same time I did that a little pain is a turn on for me."
"But like kinky pain," I argue. "Not pain from a beating you took a couple of days ago."
"True," he says, his fingers working their way under my t-shirt. "So just be gentle."
"That feels good," I moan as his hands work over my torso, fingers tracing my muscles.
I lift my arms over my head, letting him tug my shirt off.
His hands immediately go back to my skin, my muscles bunching under his attention.
My cock thickens in my jeans, and I absently wonder if there will ever come a time in our relationship when my body doesn't respond so quickly to such a simple touch. I doubt it ever will. My skin is on fire for this man, an urgency I know I'll have to keep under control until his injuries are fully healed.
His eyes stay on mine as he works my belt open, his hand slipping behind the denim of my jeans before he even pulls the zipper down.
I groan with pleasure as his fingers wrap around my cock.
"That's fucking perfect." His words are a purr, slipping past lips I wish were planted on mine.
We press our foreheads together, looking down at his working hand.
The tip of my cock glistens with need, the sound of him licking his lips a cue to my body that this is going to be the beginning of a lifetime of pleasure.
The rasp of my zipper fills the room, my cock aching with even more need than relief as it's given more freedom.
"No," I tell him when he moves as if he's going to sink to his knees and take me in his mouth.
"Frankie," he growls, giving my cock a tight squeeze. "If you say one more thing about my injuries or not wanting to hurt me, I'm going to-"
"I'll come the second you put your mouth on me," I interrupt. "I won't be able to help it."
His eyes search mine as if he's trying to tell if I'm lying or not.
"I swear. I'm already so wound up. Aw, fuck," I groan, my head tilting back, eyes fluttering closed as his hand works down the length of me. "That's going to get me there too quickly, as well."
Then my cock is just hanging there, all attention gone.
"What?" I say, rolling my head forward and looking at him.