Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 95898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
“Yes.” I pause briefly, letting my eyes roam over his muscular build, and as I bring my gaze back up to his striking facial features, butterflies take flight.
He swirls his drink in his glass before taking another sip, and then cants his head to the side in question. “What are you thinking about?”
“I’m thinking I love you,” I whisper sincerely.
Nick barks out a quick laugh, and then shakes his head as he grins. “All the woman say that by the tenth orgasm. It’s mostly due to the oxytocin triggering a prodigious amount of other feel-good hormones. It happens every time.”
My smile fades, and I grow solemn. “No, Nick. I mean it. I think I’m falling in love with you.”
His face turns hard and serious as he puts down his glass of liquor and is immediately at my side, searching my eyes. “Don’t fuck with me,” he sternly warns.
“I’m not.” I lick my dry lips, trying to give them moisture, but it’s a lost cause. “I promise I feel this.”
He leans in close, scrutinizing my eyes. I can tell he wants so badly to believe my confession, so I continue, “These past few days have been hard, but I couldn’t have gotten through them without you. My feelings are real, Nick.”
His breathing picks up and the muscles in his jaw clench. “Please make love to me,” I plead. “I need to feel you. I need you to be the one, not these plastic devices.”
I watch as he steps back, remaining silent, and then he slowly begins to unbutton his dress shirt. His eyes have turned half-mast and sultry, and they scream inaudible promises only he can deliver. “Please…I need to touch you and wrap my legs around you.”
He removes everything except for his boxers, and then he unties me from my binds. He rubs my fatigued arms and legs, massaging them for a few minutes, bringing back the much-needed circulation before he lays down beside me.
Resting on his elbow, he leans forward to touch me in an oh-so-tender, velvety smooth stroke as his fingertips draw an invisible line from my neck to the swells of my breasts. My heart skips a beat, and my breathing quickens. He stays quiet for a few minutes, lost in contemplative thought as he trails his fingers over my skin. I’m burning up. I need the physical contact.
“Please make love to me, Nick. Make it slow, make it passionate, and make it last,” I breathe in a husky whisper. “Make me yours.”
His eyes flick to mine, pulling him from his thoughts as his hand freezes underneath the swell of my breast. “Tell me again.”
I lift my head to seductively run my tongue along the ridges of his neck, and then whisper over his ear, “I’m falling in love with you.” I suck along his strong muscles that flex under my ministrations, and grin when he lets out a low growl. Nick slips on top of me, laying the weight of his body over mine. His hands cradle either side of my head, and as if I’m a dream come true, he leans down and softly presses his lips against mine in what could only be a reverent, loving kiss.
His strong leg nudges the inside of my thigh, spreading my legs far apart, making room for his erection. I close my eyes and embrace the feel of his thickness at my opening as our tongues tangle with passion.
When he pulls away from the kiss, I open my eyes to his, and I’m faced with ones full of passion and desire as he stares down at me. “This is how I wanted our first time to be,” he softly confesses.
I smile, cradling his cheek within my hands. “Let’s just start fresh, pretend this is our first.”
A heavy breath leaves his lungs, and he reassures me, “I’m going to make you feel every ounce of my love. Soft and sweet, the way it should’ve been the first time.”
He moves his hips, grinding his erection into me. I lose my breath, and maybe I was wrong about him going slow. I need his boxers off now. I lift my hips, needing his hardness inside of me as he swirls his tongue around mine. I urge him on, grinding my bare pussy against the hard length in his boxers. “You don’t fight fair,” he groans, softly nipping at my lower lip.
“I love you, Julianna. I swear to you I will always love, cherish, and protect you.”
I run my fingers along the waistband of his boxers, and then slip my hand inside. “Ohh…” I moan, coming into contact with the tip of his cock, and when my fingers wrap around the warmth of his thick skin, I shiver with need.
I run my thumb along the opening of his slit, the wetness of his pre-cum already having bathed the tip. He’s so wet I wonder if he had come at some point during my punishment. My thumb creates a pattern as I rub his crown in gentle circles, and his eyes involuntarily close.