Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
I stroke over his arm and back, remembering how good he felt when I touched him the first time. Even in the cold room, he is deliciously warm and smooth. I love he isn’t rushing this time. This is about more than just getting to that end goal and for some crazy reason I feel totally relaxed, despite the fact that he’s my stepbrother and our parents are just down the hall.
Harrison presses his thigh up in the rhythm of his kiss and I moan and squirm, feeling too hot under the covers and wanting the delicious pressure to be more direct, even though I’m feeling so sore.
“The covers,” I whisper to Harrison when I’ve separated from his kiss for a moment. He grins down at me like a wolf about to get a whole farms-worth of pigs to gobble up and then tugs at the comforter until it’s pushed to the side. Harrison strokes the silk of my PJ’s. “Nice,” he says. “Do you always wear this sexy shit to bed by yourself?”
I stare at him in mock horror. “Of course not. Just when I know my stepbrother is going to sneak into my bedroom to deflower me under my father’s roof.”
Harrison looks a bit ashamed, and I grin. “Don’t underestimate the importance of good underwear and nightwear, Harrison Stone.”
“Never again,” he says, putting his hand on his heart like he’s swearing an oath.
“Now get over here and show me what I’ve been missing.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Rather than kissing me again, he sits up on his knees and looks down at me, rubbing his big, firm hands over my thighs. “All the things I want to do to you, Jenna,” he says. “You have no fucking idea how much I think about you. How many times I fantasized about us being together. I saw you watching me the other day,” he grins.
“What?” I don’t understand what he’s talking about immediately and when I do, I’m indignant. “I wasn’t watching you. Stop trying to make me out to be some kind of pervert.”
“I left the door open on purpose. It turned me on so much to know that you were looking. It took all my restraint not to look up at you and tell you what I want to do to you.”
I shake my head, realizing how stupid we have both been, playing games with each other when, if we’d given clearer signs, we might have come together sooner.
“Can I look at you, Jenna?” he murmurs. “I felt you last night, but I didn’t get to see all of you.”
I nod and lift my top off over my head, bearing my breasts to him. Harrison reaches forward and takes them into his palms and squeezes gently, then strokes his thumbs over the tips of my nipples until they are hard, pointed and dark rose pink.
He runs his hands down my sides, mapping my curves and then circling my belly button with his finger. He traces the edge of my PJ shorts and I watch as he inches them down, his eyes following the fabric down to my feet.
“Look at you,” he says, so reverently I suddenly feel a little tearful. I don’t know how we got to this point, but I’ve wanted to be with him so much that now we are finally here, it almost feels too much. “You’re beautiful, Jenna, baby. So beautiful.”
He eases my knees apart until I’m spread open before him. When he looks between my legs, his expression changes. “You look so sore,” he says. “Is that from last night?”
I go to close my legs, but he holds them open, looking mortified. “Don’t,” I say.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he says. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“Fuck, Harrison. You didn’t okay. It felt good, but you’re really big down there. I’m not used to it.”
“Everyone thinks that having a big dick is the best thing in the world. They don’t realize how fucking impractical it can be.”
“Hey,” I say. “I love your big dick. You’ve just got to let me recover in between.”
He smiles down at me, then looks thoughtful. “I know we’re not going to be able to fuck again, but can I make you feel good, baby. Can I make you come?”
I nod and he leans down between my legs and licks my clit gently. “I promise I won’t hurt you,” he says, then licks again.
I moan at the perfect pressure, watching him take such pleasure in giving it to me. He uses his thumbs to press me open and licks and licks as though I’m the best dessert he’s ever tasted and he just can’t get enough. I can’t get enough of his mouth and those lips that are plump and soft against my ravaged flesh. It feels so good to have his soothing touch, so amazingly good to feel the point of his tongue against me until I’m writhing against his mouth and he grabs hold of my thighs to hold me in place.