Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 62(@200wpm)___ 50(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 62(@200wpm)___ 50(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
His fingers slid onto my shoulders, and I balanced on one hand at a time as he slipped the fabric down and off my arms. His t-shirt was much easier to remove, and I finally lay eyes on his beautiful body. His torso was slim and tight, with slight muscle definition in his abdomen and chest. His soft curls rested against his collar bone, giving him the perfect blend of ruggedness and elegance.
His muscles shifted as he grappled at my belt buckle and the zipper of my jeans. He shoved the denim, followed by my boxer briefs, over the swell of my ass. I was grateful for the sudden cool air against my flesh - it felt as if I was moments away from overheating and bursting into flames.
I’d never felt a need like this; never been so turned on I couldn’t see straight, and could think of nothing but the man beneath me. He occupied every thought, every synapse, and I wanted it that way. I wanted to hand myself over to the sensation, and my body over to him.
I kissed him deeply as I snaked one hand between us and popped open his jeans. I tugged the denim until it and his briefs were gathered around his thighs. I pressed my hips forward again, trapping our cocks together. We touched from root to tip, and he was silk-wrapped steel against me.
I humped against him faster, panting into his mouth. His fingernails sank into my back, pulling me closer. I pushed into him so tightly I could no longer thrust - only writhe. Our balls kissed with each movement, sending a tingle up my spine. Liquid dripped from both of us down our lengths, mixing until we were soaked and slick.
Pressure built in my pelvis and my balls drew closer to my body, but I bit my lower lip, trying to make the moment last. I never wanted it to end. But just then, Timber wrapped his lips around my tongue and sucked. The simple action threw me over the edge. My toes curled in my boots and my eyes rolled back in my head. My cock jerked and I groaned as a thick, warm stream burst from me, painting across Timber’s stomach.
I did my best to continue moving, wanting him to claim his pleasure as well, but my thigh muscles had turned to stone. I forced my eyes open and parted my lips to try and explain or apologize, but before I could speak a word, I was blessed with the sexiest sight imaginable; Timber traced his finger through my cum on his stomach, and held eye contact as he touched it to his tongue.
He moaned and lurched beneath me. Thick white ropes burst from him, mixing with my own on his skin. Just the taste of me was enough to make him explode. If it didn’t feel like my balls had already turned inside out, I probably would have come again.
I was spent, but I still wanted a taste of him as well. I leaned onto one wobbly arm and gathered some of his seed onto the pad of my thumb. I raised it to my lips, but before I made contact, Timber stopped me by gently grabbing my wrist.
“If my seed enters your body, it will begin the irreversible bonding process. Our souls and lives will be intertwined.” I appreciated him giving me the choice.
“I could think of worse things,” I answered seriously, and he answered with a sweet smile.
“My sweet mate, I want nothing more, but like I told you before; I will earn it. I want you to be sure.”
I felt pretty damn sure at the moment, but maybe this wasn’t the right time. We were naked from the knees up, sweaty and sticky in the grass. My brain was foggy and cum-drunk, though I still felt clear minded about this. But I never wanted Timber to second guess my decision.
And so, I pressed a soft kiss to his lips and lay down on the grass next to him. Timber scooted closer and rested his head on my chest, and I traced my fingers in lazy drawings across the back of his neck. We gazed at the stars in the dark sky as we cooled down and caught our breath.
Once we came back to ourselves, Timber buttoned himself up and retrieved a few napkins from the food bags. He wiped me down first, even though he was the one who was coated, before cleaning up himself. Once we were clean, he held my shirt open, allowing me to stick my arms through the sleeves, and then he carefully buttoned me up. I’d never had anyone take the time to care for me that way. My sexual experiences tended to be of the ‘wham, bam, thank you man,’ variety. But maybe it was for the best; it allowed me to fully appreciate this moment.