Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 174623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 698(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 698(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
"You okay?" he asks.
"Yes," I manage.
"You sure?"
"I-I think so."
"Think isn't okay, Juliet." I reach down and grip his wrist when I feel him pulling back.
"Just adjusting," I say. "It's a lot."
He chuckles softly. "I have much more than this."
I lift up on my elbows, staring down at him.
"I know," I whisper. "Don't stop."
The level of intimacy I feel, keeping my eyes locked on his while he works two fingers in and out of me, is indescribable.
I don't feel the need to look away or fight the urge to make the sounds that feel natural to make in fear that he's going to call me a whore or do something to me to make it less pleasurable for me.
"That's good, baby. Just relax. Now three."
My mouth falls open when he presses three fingers slowly inside of me.
"Feel good?"
I nod.
"You're so fucking tight," he says, keeping his eyes on me as he lowers his mouth back to my clit.
"Nyx," I moan when he sucks my clit inside.
He doesn't speak, but he doesn't stop either.
His mouth works. His fingers work. My body obeys his silent command.
Tension builds quickly, a sheen of sweat forming on my skin a few seconds before I detonate.
If I thought I saw stars before, it has nothing on the way my vision fades in and out with the pulses of my orgasm.
He carries me through it, as if he can tell when it starts to wane, only pulling his mouth from me and his fingers free as it ebbs away completely.
Silently, he pulls back, and I watch as he inserts each one of his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean. It sends an unfamiliar thrill through my entire body, every muscle tensing in a wave angled right to the center of me. My body longs for every piece of this man, but I know I can't let my brain get involved. Wanting a life I can't have will only lead to heartbreak in the end.
He reaches for the condom, looking down at me once again, his eyes scanning every inch of me, and unlike the times that Graham looked me over, I don't see a hint that he has a problem with what he's seeing.
"You're sure?"
I nod, watching in amazement as he opens the condom and works it down that thick cock of his.
"I'll go slow," he tells me as he covers my body with his, and there isn't even a whisper of fear in my mind despite our size differences.
I want this so badly, and I know that his attention and the way he stopped every single time he thought I might've changed my mind has been exactly what I needed to know that what we're doing is all about my choices. I never thought a man could have so much control over his own body to be able to hit the brakes when he questioned where my head was at.
I'm fully on board, which is how it should be, but I also know it isn't going to give me much room to argue tomorrow that I should've stopped, that I shouldn't have let things go so far. I had ample opportunity to back out.
I can't blame things on moving too fast and not giving myself enough time to think through my actions.
"Are you with me?" he asks as he pulls his mouth from my neck and looks down at me.
I blink up at him, my eyes looking directly at him.
It's just one more opportunity he's giving me to make a different decision.
"I'm with you," I promise. "Please be gentle. Go slow."
It's not that I feel like my body can't handle him. I just want to feel valued and cherished. It's not something I've ever felt while having sex before, and I know that if any man can give me exactly what I need physically and emotionally, it's going to be him.
My mouth falls open, a panted moan leaving my lips when he shifts his hips back before moving them forward. His cock kisses the slickness this night has created right where I need him the most, and once again he pauses, the most intimate part of him nestled just inside of me.
I flex, wanting more of him, and it makes him groan, a sound that rumbles from his chest before flowing right back through me.
"More," I whisper, attempting to flex my hips, but his weight on mine makes it impossible.
He shifts again, pulling back a fraction before pressing in deeper.
"Open for me, baby," he begs. "Let me in."
I lift my legs higher, pressing my thighs to his hips, and have to arch my neck back when he pushes further inside again.
The fullness, the heat of his body, and the whispered words of praise are everything I've never had.
His arms curl under my back, hands coming up over my shoulders as if he has to lock me in place, afraid I'll leave, but my mind is silent other than the anticipation of what happens next.