Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 79020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
"Go slow," I whisper when she sits up, sliding her wet heat up the length of my aching cock.
"You say that," she moans on a particularly exquisite roll of her hips. "But you'll take over when I go too slow."
"Prove it," I say, my mouth hanging open, my eyes threatening to flutter closed because it feels so fucking good.
My moan of pleasure pulls another laugh from her perfect mouth, and just like she predicted, I have to fight the urge to flip her over and get down to business, but at the same time I sort of love the restraint required. It has to be the absolute best torture.
"Do we need a condom?" I ask, gripping her hips in my hands before she can lift her body and take my length inside of her.
Her eyes lock with mine, and my heart literally stops waiting for her answer.
"At least for a little while," she says, and I realize it's the right answer when my heart restarts and it's pumping at that calm, even keel I need it to in order to feel normal.
Having babies with her isn't a decision we need to make right now while riding the high of deciding to be together. That's a conversation meant for when we're dressed, and knowing how attracted I am to her, it would probably be best held in a public place so we can't let our bodies take over.
"I have one in my wallet," I tell her, missing the warmth of her body on mine when she has to climb off the bed to get it.
When she steps back closer, instead of climbing back on the bed where she was before, she leans over, mouth closing over the tip of my cock.
I jerk with need at the warmth of her tongue as it slashes across the leaking tip.
"Jesus, fuck, Zara. That's a sure way to make me have a fucking heart attack."
She pulls back, smiling, but I guide her head right back down, my back arching when she does her best to take all of me. She gags before she hits the middle of my cock, but she makes up for it by wrapping her hand around the base and stroking upward.
"If you want me to come, keep that shit up," I warn, fully aware I was the one to put her back in that position.
I'm fucking torn, unsure which direction to go. I could easily blow my load in her waiting mouth and eat that delectable pussy of hers while I recover or I can encourage her to sit on my dick and we can come together. Honestly, any combination of those would work because we're at a different point in our relationship than we were before. I don't have to rush out and spend some time alone wondering why I feel so connected to her all the while chastising myself for having any emotion at all. We're together. I'm hers. She's mine. We can spend the rest of the night exactly like this.
When we wake in the morning, she'll be in my arms and I can have her again.
The lack of having to decide makes the decision that much harder. Selfishly, I want it all. I want her mouth on me, pussy wrapped around me. I want my mouth all over her body, and I know I won't settle and be completely satiated until I get it.
Jesus, this woman isn't getting any sleep anytime soon.
"Up here," I urge, feeling like we should be face-to-face, heart-to-heart when we connect like this for the first time after committing ourselves to each other.
I moan again, feeling completely out of control of my own emotions when she rolls the latex down my cock. I'm trembling by the time she straddles my body, my hands on her hips as if I have any control over what she's planning to do.
When the tightness of her body encapsulates my cock, it feels otherworldly. As good as it was before, it has nothing on how it feels now. Jesus, how is it better than ever? How does accepting the emotional side of caring for someone make this aspect of a relationship ten times superior?
Change has always been a scary thing for me. The unknown used to have the ability to cause literal hives on my skin, but I think I like this change. I like the idea of having her here with me every day, and if we get to spend a lot of our time like this, I'm a fool for taking so long to get us to this point.
She leans down, her mouth hovering over mine, and I don't miss the opportunity to cup her perfect tits in my hands. The woman is stacked in the best possible ways, and I'm damn near giddy at the knowledge that she's mine.