Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
As much as I love gripping the powerful shift of his shoulders as those muscles bunch beneath my fingers, I have to touch his face. I know what’s coming. My body is so ramped up that it may take no more than a single touch to set me off, and I feel some of his hesitation to rush to the finish, an urge to linger here a moment and savor this. I stroke the sharp lines of his jaw, brush his hair back from his temples and study him, that handsome face I used to sneak pictures of as a teenager, the stern lines and steep hollows, the eyes I used to think of as icy now as molten as a blue flame when he looks at me.
I kiss his cheek on a wave of fondness. I lean forward until our foreheads touch and, breathless, I smile at him, almost shyly.
“Finally,” I say, a little giddy. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?”
“How long?”
“I had a massive crush on you when I was growing up. I had trouble dating in high school because every guy I went out with was just a boy—awkward and skinny and nothing compared to you. And I did. I compared every one of them to you. You were a man by then. I wanted a man. Always have.” I murmur, kissing the corner of his mouth softly.
Mick runs his hands up my arms, raising goosebumps in the wake of his touch. He gathers me to him in a crushing embrace for a moment and the next thing I know I’m on my back, pressed down into the couch cushions with his bare chest looming above me, his arms bracketing my head. I giggle a little from sheer delight that he flipped me on bottom so easily and that here he is, above me, ready to have his way with me like I’ve imagined ten thousand times at least. It is so much better than in my fantasies because here he is, hot and hard and real, moving over me.
I help him work my jeans down and kick them off. Then I start on his belt. I fumble with it, too excited to take my time. I gasp out loud when his erection bursts free, long and heavy, dark and wet. He gives it a squeeze, tight and almost punishing, and a bead of precum glistens at the head. I swallow hard, craving him. The key to a world of pleasure lay right in front of me and I wasn’t sure what to do first.
“Yes,” I whisper, sounding rusty like my voice is broken.
This sofa is big, but it feels narrow with him crowding on top of me, around me. I’m surrounded by him and consumed, and when he moves his knee between my legs, my head goes back as I indulge in the pleasure of having Mickey O’Halloran shove my thighs apart with his big body. He lowers himself a little, kisses my forehead and my lips, deliberate and taking his time. My hands travel all over his chest and back, squeeze his biceps, skate across his abs. I love the brush of his hairy thighs on my smooth legs and every way he is bigger, harder, rougher than me. My softness and curves yield to him gladly.
He drags my panties off with an air of exasperation and resettles himself there, now placing the damp head of his cock to kiss the tender lips of my pussy. That intimate touch makes me groan, a precursor of what was to come. He rubs it up and down the length of my slit to tease me and I grab my knees in my hands and pull them up toward my shoulders, opening myself wide for him and pushing my hips down, capturing the head of his cock just inside my passage, urging him to go further. It took everything in me to not come all over him from that simple penetration.
His eyes lock on mine and all of a sudden, my greatest fantasy is about to come true. He lays my legs over his shoulders and slides into me with ease. He bottoms out deep in my pussy and I feel the instant he does. It’s so good and so fierce that I feel it in my teeth.
He rolls his hips and gives me short, shallow thrusts, each one going deeper than the last. I reach above my head and grab the arm of the couch for something to hold onto. His every movement seems to draw me out, stretch my body, open me up more until I’m his completely and he molds me into the shape he wants. I reverberate with every slight shift or touch, highly sensitive and yet poised on the edge of a cliff.