Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
I needed to see everything she felt reflected in her expressive face, with nothing between the connection of our bodies or our gazes.
The irises of her eyes were a blue-gray, and the color seemed to darken when she made the first tentative rock of her hips. Or maybe that was just my vision blurring from how incredible the slick glide of her pussy was.
Her hands gripped the sides of my face as she leaned in, and our mouths crashed together. Jesus Christ, the way she undulated her hip was going to kill me. My heart fell out of rhythm, and then sped faster.
Her soft moan mingled with mine, and worry crawled over me. She’d struggled to stay quiet when I was focused on her. How loud would we be if we got off together? Could my mouth pressed to hers be enough to suppress the fire building inside us?
Maybe this had been a bad idea because I wanted her so fucking much, it was painful. The heat of her body wrapped around me made it hard to focus on anything else. My mouth drifted down from hers, ending up on her collarbone as her chest heaved with her labored breath. And my hands were on her bare ass beneath her skirt, guiding her to ride my erection faster.
If someone were to walk in right now, at first glance, we probably wouldn’t look that bad. Yes, my shorts were undone and pushed down, but the skirt of her dress was covering that. They wouldn’t know how dangerously close to sex we were or that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
Unless they, like, saw her panties on the floor beside us.
I took my hand off her, grabbed the sexy pink underwear, and tossed it under the bed so it’d be out of view. And then I was back under her skirt, gripping a handful of her perfect little ass.
When my sensitive tip brushed against her clit, she whimpered, and I liked knowing that the way she was rubbing herself on me gave us both satisfaction. She was sliding her hips back and forth, and beneath her, I moved in shallow thrusts. Her rapid breath was punctuated by little gasps and moans.
Was she getting close?
I was greedy, wanting to watch her come again. I loved seeing her eyes pinch shut and her face twist with ecstasy, and I really loved knowing I was the only person on this earth who’d gotten to see it.
As hot as it was fucking around with her parents just downstairs, my body was kind of over it. It begged me to shift and nudge and encourage her to line us up so I could push inside her.
No.
The voice inside my head was loud and pissed at me for even thinking about it for one hot second.
I didn’t want her first time to be like this—some fast, quiet fuck. She deserved more than that, and I’d promised to show her a good time. Plus, I’d grown to love planning things, and I had plenty of ideas of how I thought our first time together should go.
I’d already drafted my next lesson plan in my head.
Could I do it tonight? If I asked her again to go back to my place, would all of the evening count as the same lesson? Because I only had so many, and I wanted to use them wisely.
When my lips found hers again, I plotted my next move. Maybe if I—
There was a creak off in the distance from somewhere deep inside the house, and Sydney’s body went rigid. It only lasted for a microsecond, and then she was spurred into action. She bolted off my lap and her hands flew to the undone sides of my shorts, trying to jerk them up.
The alarm in her face said it all. Someone’s coming.
I took over, pulling everything up to my waist and my hurried hands worked to zip my fly closed over my hard-on. When she saw I had the task of getting dressed handled, she shifted gears and scrambled for one of the decorative pillows on her bed.
If I wasn’t so concerned about getting us covered, I might have admired how great we worked together as a team. As she tossed the pillow into my lap, I jerked out my phone, and unlocked the screen at lightning speed. I swiped to the YouTube icon, and as soon as I had the app launched, I smashed a finger on the first video to appear in my feed.
Footsteps padded into the room, and her father’s voice teemed with suspicion. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing.” Sydney turned to glance over her shoulder at him, and her guilty voice announced this was a lie. “Preston was just showing me a video on his phone.”
It was at this moment we realized what was playing onscreen. It was a video comparing waxing your chest versus shaving it.