Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“Don’t worry,” he said. “I promise not to hurt you. Can I take you into the bedroom?”
I nodded, exhaling deeply. It was now or never. I just prayed I didn’t do something weird.
“I haven’t… it’s been a really long time. I’m not experienced.”
“That doesn’t matter. I just want you,” he said, tracing his fingertips over my collar bone. Then he was kissing me again, little pecks at first, then sweet, soulful kisses that moved from my lips, to my neck, and lower. I felt him unbutton my blouse, and then the waistband of my jeans.
“I want you so bad,” he growled into my ear. I shivered at the feeling of his hot breath. “I’ll go slow,” he promised as he stripped my clothes off and laid me gently on the bed. I shivered in the cool air as he tore off his t-shirt and jeans, looking so sweet and eager that I giggled, instantly relaxing.
His big chest and shoulders were so smooth and warm. The crisp hair on his chest and legs felt amazing against my bare skin as he took me in his arms again. We both sighed at the feeling of our bodies touching for the first time. I seemed to fit perfectly into his arms.
“Drake…”
“Hmmmmm, you are delicious,” he said as he plucked at my nipples through my bra. “I want to taste you. Can I take this off? And this?” He added hopefully, his fingers at the edge of my panties.
“Yes,” I said breathlessly. I was nervous, but also excited and curious. I knew what he meant. I had never let anyone do that to me before. But I wanted him. I wanted to do everything he wanted to do.
Drake was washing all my inhibitions away.
He started with my bra, reaching behind me to remove it and then kissing my bare breasts for what felt like hours. He worshipped each nipple with his tongue, taking his time, teasing me, making me gasp in pleasure. I didn’t know that a man’s touch could feel that good.
I knew there was more to come and I was eager for it. There was a pressure rising in me. I moved restlessly against him and he chuckled, low and deep in his throat.
He slowly peeled my underpants down my legs, the anticipation building. That morning, I had picked out a new pair of pink cotton panties that matched the bra, more or less. Not a proper set but close enough. Just in case I saw Drake. Just in case we made up. Just in case we took the next step in our relationship… now it was happening and it was more than I had expected.
I always made an extra effort when I was seeing Drake. Even though I had not expected to end up in his bed today. Or on any of our prior dates, either.
That wasn’t entirely true… it had crossed my mind. Since that first night. It had definitely crossed my mind. I had wondered what it would be like to be with him. To make love to such a big, strong man… and now we were here. About to do it.
I was still a little bit nervous that I would mess up or do something weird. But he was so focused on me, so determined, so loving, that I really felt safe. I knew I could trust him. I knew he would show me what to do. I knew deep down that I didn’t have to worry.
I shivered as he started to kiss my legs, working his way up my to my sensitive inner thighs. My fingertips dug into his hair as he started to stroke me at my core with his tongue, parting my thighs even wider until I felt spread open, nibbling and kissing me like I was a delicious desert and he was starving for treats.
It was too much. Too much sensation. Too much exposure. I made a whimpering sound in my throat and he stopped, looking up at me.
“Dana? Am I going too fast?”
“Can you just hold me for a minute?”
He moved so fast that I didn’t even see it. Just felt the whoosh of air and then the comforting heat of him, holding me securely in his big, meaty arms.
“We don’t have to do this.”
“I want to. But it was fast. No one has ever… done that to me before.”
He squeezed me harder.
“I’m glad I am the first. But I can go slower. Or wait. Thank you for telling me.”
I felt so safe in that moment. I never wanted him to stop holding me. I sighed.
“Thank you for…”
“Not being a pushy asshole?”
I giggled and he squeezed me.
“You weren’t. I don’t think you could be.”
“Oh, I could be. Trust me on that. My inner cave man wants everything, right now.”
“Well, thank you for keeping him under control,” I said primly. He squeezed me, not making a move to do anything else. Just holding me. Just breathing.