Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 20306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
He looks at me, watching how I’m moaning for him, how I’m murmuring his name. My legs close around his head, wanting to lock him in place, not wanting to give him the choice of stopping.
Tristian generously increases the fervor of eating me out. The highs get higher, and it’s not long before I’m shuddering and struggling to keep myself together through it all. I nibble on my lip as I arch back and cry out.
I can’t take it anymore. The climax hits me, wracks me, claims me. I cry out so loud that my pleasure echoes through the hills. Fire ignites all over my body, my heart pounding against my chest. I'm going wild within.
His licks continue, letting me ride out the bliss, although he does start to slow it down a bit to let me come down from the highest of highs, if only for a moment. The smile on his face shows he’s quite pleased with himself, and truly, he has every right to be.
Tristian rises up my body, coming to plant another kiss on me, a more traditional lips to lips. “You taste as wonderful as I thought you would.”
“You mean my lips or my pussy?”
“Why not both?”
I smirk, shaking my head in bemusement.
“I need you now,” he says, whispering to me, the heat of his breath against my ears, arousing as everything else.
“And I need you too. Take me, Tristian. Make me a woman.”
“You’re already a woman. And one hell of a woman at that. I’m just going to make you a bit more experienced is all.”
I squeezed his ass as further encouragement, before reaching for his cock and urging him closer toward my sex. Feeling his throbbing cock head right above my pussy. It tickles me as he runs up it and down me, all the while gazing at me lovingly.
He doesn’t want to hurt me. He would never want to hurt me. And my inexperience when it comes to these sorts of things means this may be a little painful.
It doesn’t change the fact that I still want him. I've got to learn about this some time, and I can think of no better teacher than Tristian. When my pussy lips part as he enters, I brace myself for the worst.
More of him intrudes, and I’m waiting for some tearing, agonizing jolt of pain.
And yet, I feel nothing.
Well, not nothing—nothing painful. What I do feel is slightly strange, given I’ve never experienced it before. Instead, I feel the immense pressure of him inside me, parting my sex as he pushes deeper and deeper into my vagina. The friction of his cock pressing against all those wonderful nerves down there, feels good. Damn good.
I tremble in anticipation. I nod at him.
It must be how wet he made me. The sheer manliness of him, contrasted with the tenderness of his caring touch, made me want him so bad.
The thorough, blissful tongue laving he gave my pussy merely moments before certainly helped things too.
Tristian is all the way inside me, watching me, making sure there is no pain in my eyes. When I give him an enthusiastic nod, it’s all the permission he needs to push himself farther, and start to fuck me good and proper, like the woman I want to be.
Every stroke, every thrust, just like before with his tongue, is building toward something absolutely amazing. I nibble on my lip as the power of pleasure within me grows rapidly. I buck against him, meeting every one of his thrusts, showing that I desire him just as intensely as he wants me. My arms wrap around his shoulders, clawing at his back, and my legs wrap around his hips. I want all him.
I moan for Tristian. I scream for him. I call out his name, letting it echo through the forest that surrounds us. He holds me close, a hand on my hips, his longest finger slithering in to massage my clit with each and every penetration. Feeling his body press against mine creates goose bumps all over my body, and I’m completely enraptured with him.
The orgasm is rising fast. Our pace has grown too rapid, and the two of us were far too horny for one another to let our lust turn into some multi-hour Tantric sex session. My pussy squeezes him hard as I call his name in between demands that he go harder, faster, rougher, for him to give it to me fully.
He doesn’t deny me. And I think I love him for it.
It all hits me. So incredibly. So powerfully. My vision blurs white from the intensity of the sensations, my fingernails clawing down his back in desperation for me to hang on.
He kisses me. He’s right there with me in the mighty climax. I feel his cock throb deep within, and the heat begins to spew, its warmth a delightful feeling to add to the absolute joy of everything else that I’m taking in at that moment.