Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 142976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 477(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 477(@300wpm)
“You’re being very selfish, Fern,” he chastised without heat, his eyes flashing as they fell to where she’d gone back to absently thumbing her nipple. “Thinking only of yourself and your own needs.”
“Well, it’s your fault, really. I didn’t know what I was missing before. I thought—after the first time—that I knew all about sex. And I admit to being somewhat underwhelmed by it all. I didn’t understand why people wrote books and songs and poems about it. It was novel and a little confusing, but not at all earth-shattering.”
“And what do you think now?” he asked, his voice dropping to a strained whisper, as the hand on her stomach began to knead and caress the sensitive flesh of her abdomen.
“I told you… I get it now. I understand why you were so negative about that first time. It was nothing compared to what we just did. I felt none of those intense sensations, and definitely none of the heat… I burned, Cade. You made me burn. And I loved it. I want more.”
“Such a greedy little temptress,” he murmured, his voice almost affectionate.
He flipped over onto his back, the move so fast and unexpected it shocked her. Even more startling, he pulled her on top of him in the same movement with bold, confident hands until she was straddling his hips.
He was hard again, his erection arching up over his abdomen, throbbing gently in time with—she assumed—his heartbeat.
“I’m knackered,” he told her covering his eyes with his forearm, leaving only that wickedly curved mouth visible. “You want more? You’re going to have to take it. “
Take it?
“How?” she asked, wide eyes riveted on the fascinating thick length of his hard penis.
One broad shoulder lifted and fell in a desultory movement, making the muscles in his chest and abs flex appealingly. Fern licked her lips and swallowed to lubricate her suddenly parched throat.
“Figure it out,” he invited in a hoarse whisper, his taut tone telling her he wasn’t as indifferent as he was pretending to be.
Well then, she thought as her appreciative gaze swept over his beautiful, perfect naked body, pausing at all the places she longed to explore more thoroughly, time to play.
Forty-five minutes after the most exquisite torture he’d ever experienced, Cade wrapped his arms around his limp, finally exhausted, and thoroughly replete wife, as she collapsed onto his chest.
She’d surprised him. Her sweet, innocent touches had been shy and tentative at first, but that shyness had gradually given way to a brazen, lingering, and thorough exploration that had taken both of them by surprise. She’d used her hands, mouth, tongue, and teeth to touch and taste every part of his body. Loitering at his chest, then licking along the ridges of his abs, until she’d finally lapped at the head of his cock like it was hard candy.
Despite the fact that his massive climax earlier had increased his staying power, the sweet, hesitant suction of her mouth on his length had nearly made him come again. Luckily, her inexperience had saved him from the sheer indignity of shooting his load too early, when she’d shifted her mouth from his cock, to plant a chaste little kiss on his abdomen.
That’s how it had gone for nearly half an hour, with her flitting from place to place, focusing on whatever random body part caught her interest and attention. There was no rhyme or reason to the seduction, her inexperience revealing itself in the lack of coordination, or focus, or knowledge of which erogenous zones to target. But that complete lack of skill had somehow been a lot more erotic than any of the more practiced efforts he’d experienced before.
Funny how things changed. Their first night together, her innocence and lack of technique had been a major turn off but now it edged him to the point of agony.
When she finally, with some aid from him, slid her hot, tightness down his hypersensitive shaft, he hadn’t lasted longer than two strokes. Thankfully, she’d been so turned on it had taken only the slow slide down his cock to set her off, so he hadn’t completely humiliated himself. But he was staggered by just how fast and how hard she’d make him come.
Again.
Now he lay—her slight body trembling in his tight embrace, his lazily throbbing cock still semi-hard and buried inside of her, slick wetness coating their thighs—confused and unsure of what his next move should be.
He couldn’t stay here with her. He had to get up, go to his own room, take a shower… but she was now completely limp, telling him she’d fallen asleep, and he hated to disturb her. Maybe he’d stay for a little while. Let her rest. Then he’d leave.
They both needed to get cleaned up. Her sheets needed changing. They were wet and sticky… it wasn’t comfortable. Say what you liked about condoms, at least there wasn’t this much mess afterwards. Cade was fastidious, he didn’t like how messy—literally and figuratively—sex could be, and this was way out of his comfort zone.