Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Michael laughed and I slowly licked my way down his chest, lightly tugging at one of his nipples with my teeth. He growled, his hips jerking, and oh, yes, his cock was thick and hard curving against his thigh.
I got whipped cream on that, too, sliding down off the counter to lick it off. The mingled taste of the sweet whipped cream and the musky skin made more slick slide down my thighs, made me want him even more.
Michael hauled me back up, then placed a piece of strawberry in his lips just before kissing me again, sliding the strawberry from his mouth to mine.
He did that a few times, feeding me strawberries, until every kiss tasted like the fruit and I was giggling into his mouth. I grabbed the chocolate, smearing more onto my breasts, and Michael eagerly set his mouth to them, licking and sucking, tugging with his teeth. I was probably going to have bruises tomorrow, and I relished the thought. I wanted Michael to mark me up a little, I wanted to look in the mirror and see evidence of our lovemaking.
Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking, swiping my thumb over the head, feeling the full-body shudder that Michael gave in response. “I need you inside me,” I whispered, wrapping my legs around him again.
Michael kissed me frantically as I pressed him into me. God he was so thick, stretching me so full, and it made me tingle all over like I had electricity in my veins.
I took in a few shaky breaths, trying to adjust, to get ready. This was still so new to me, having someone inside of me, fucking me, and my body shuddered, close to completely overwhelmed. Michael slowed down his kisses, stroking my back, reassuring me with his touch. He was so good to me, taking care of me like this. I knew plenty of men who would probably just get off even harder at their partner being a virgin, without thinking about what that meant for her. But Michael was touching me with such care and affection, kissing my neck, humming against my skin as he petted me.
At last I nodded, kissing his jaw. “Fuck me,” I whispered.
Michael let out this desperate half-growl, half-groan, like he’d been waiting for years for me to say that, and kissed me deeply as he started to thrust. It was shallow at first, sharp little thrusts that left me whimpering and needy, only driving my desire higher, but then—then he started fucking me in earnest, slamming into me until it felt like I was being split in two, until I was clawing at his shoulders as he took me higher and higher. At this angle his cock was dragging right up against that perfect spot and I was so glad nobody else was around because I couldn’t keep quiet for the life of me, sobbing and crying out and moaning his name.
Oh he really fucking liked it when I moaned his name. He would jerk inside of me, shuddering. I did it again, and again, until all finesse was gone and I was being fucked like an animal, within an inch of my life. I clawed at his shoulders as he got his hands around my ass and sped up, grunting, and oh God oh God oh holy God fuck, fuck, fuck!!!
I could feel him coming inside of me, hot and possessive, and I felt so wonderfully, filthily his, and I couldn’t help myself as I shuddered and shook and came all over again. It was different from the last one, that desperate dive off the cliff. This was like sinking down, down, down into bliss, holding and being held, and I loved it just as much.
I fell back down against the counter as Michael collapsed on top of me, the both of us gasping for breath, our chests heaving. We were both sticky from the sauce and whipped cream, and my mouth felt swollen from kisses. Where my fingers dug into his shoulders, I could feel the layer of sweat on his skin, and I could feel a similar layer on mine, a bead of it working its way down from my temple.
It was glorious. I’d give anything for there to be a shower that we could hop into together.
And then… reality set in.
The last time we’d had sex, Michael hadn’t reacted very well. He’d. Well. He’d told me that it was a mistake and that we should never do it again. Clearly I was good at getting him to have sex with me, and I couldn’t help but want to pat myself on the back a little for that. He wanted me, he desired me, and that was such a thrill, such satisfaction, to know that I wasn’t just wanting and yearning by myself, in vain.