Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“This little mole right here drives me crazy. I can’t look at it without wanting to kiss it.” He did kiss it then, and opening his mouth, he caressed it with his tongue and lips, then drew my mouth into the kiss. I don’t know what it was, the power he had to make every cell in my body wake up, heat up, and catch fire. I wanted him desperately.
He kissed his way down my neck to the tops of my breasts. Every spot that he kissed was little hot coal on my skin, but it was a delicious fire. His hands on the outside of my dress cupped and molded my breasts, lifting them so he could kiss more and more of them. My hands were in his crisp hair, urging him on. I was so impatient! I half sat up and pulled on his black bow tie, which made me chuckle.
“What’s funny?” he said.
“How many girls get to have their first time with a man in a tuxedo?”
“Julia. You’re…. It’s your first time?”
“Yeah,” I whispered. “No one else was ever good enough.”
He put his arms around me and crushed me to his chest. “Oh, Julia. I will try my whole life to live up to that.” He held me for a long moment and then let go and took off his own tie, while I started to unbutton his shirt. Then I pushed it off his shoulders and put my hands on his chest. He was bigger, more powerfully muscled than he’d been that long-ago day at the lake. I kissed his chest, and tried to sit up.
He stood and pulled me up, then quickly turned me around and unzipped my dress all the way down. “Let’s get you out of this,” he said. He pushed the dress down and I stepped out of it. Underneath I wore a red lacy corset and red silk panties that matched the dress. He let out a huge wolf-whistle then, which made me laugh a little and feel less nervous. “That is some fancy underwear, Julia.”
He started to undo the hooks, and I said, “Let’s wait a bit.” I was thinking of my scars. What I was wearing hid most of them. Maybe we could turn the lights out before I took it off.
Together we sat on the couch and started kissing again. I loved the kissing, but I wanted to see him—all of him. I slid onto the floor and quickly knelt between his legs. He looked at me quizzically, but I went ahead and put both of my hands flat over the fly of his tuxedo pants. I could feel the hard ridge of his cock. I explored it the best I could over his clothes, rubbing and squeezing a little, but finally I said, “Can you take these off?”
Like a flash he stood, unbuttoned and unzipped, pushed down pants and underwear in one motion, took off shoes and socks—in an instant he was naked. I leaned back on my heels and gazed at him. He was all muscular planes and angles, power coiled sleeping in his body. He sat down, extended his arms out on the back of the couch, and slid his hips forward.
Right in front of me, standing rigidly at attention, was his cock. Can a cock be beautiful? His was. It was the first one I’d ever seen in person. Of course, I have an internet connection, and we know what the internet is full of. But that was no match for the real thing.
I got as close to him as I could, scooting on my knees right up to the couch. I touched the tip of his cock lightly with my fingers. It was so smooth. I didn’t expect the skin of it to feel like that. I stroked his cock downwards from the tip, and used my other hand to stroke his balls. I held the sac in my hand, and this was a surprise too—I could actually feel his balls in there, firm and rounded like eggs.
He leaned forward, put his hands into the top of my corset, and lifted my breasts out, so they were on display above the corset. He brushed my nipples with his thumbs, and lightly pulled and tweaked them. Hot electric wires of desire went from his hands on my breasts straight to my core.
I looked him in the eye, leaned forward, and kissed the very tip of his cock.
“Julia, you don’t have to do that.”
“Have to? Are you kidding? I’ve been fantasizing about doing this for years!”
He gasped at that, and his cock gave a jerk, almost like it had heard me too. He leaned back on the couch and gestured to me to do what I wanted.
I took just the head in my mouth, with Nick watching me the whole time. It felt so smooth, and I swirled my tongue around and around the tip. I looked at it again, and saw a tiny slit there, and then put my mouth back and used my tongue to rub that slit. Nick closed his eyes and just slightly pushed his hips towards me, urging me to do more. I slid my mouth down his shaft, stretching my lips wide around his girth. Another part of my body was eagerly anticipating doing the same thing; I could feel it. The space between my legs felt softer, more open, and it was buzzing with desire.