Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 70368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“This?” he asked, biting his lip. The desire was clear in his dark eyes, but his nervousness was equally evident, especially in his unusually tentative touch.
“Yes. Feels good.” Snagging the small bottle of lube, I passed it over to him. “For your fingers. And it’s okay to play around, explore, have fun. Prep doesn’t have to be serious business.”
“Okay.” Atlas continued to look like he was trying to ace a test he hadn’t studied for. But slowly, he slid slick fingers over my sensitive flesh, more circles, then slightly bolder pressure. I rocked to meet his questing fingers, subtly inviting penetration, and I made sure to reward the increased exploration with lots of nonverbal feedback.
“Love that.” I moaned as he went deeper. “Go deeper and curve your fingers a little. See if you can hit my prostate.”
“Oh yeah. I read about that being good.” Atlas nodded overly emphatically before carefully following my instructions. I arched my back and groaned as he grazed the spot.
“More,” I demanded.
“More?” He glanced down at the bottle of lube like it might have extra instructions.
“More lube. More fingers. More stretching. More you.”
“That I can do.” Finally, Atlas seemed to relax, tension leaving his shoulders as he leaned over to kiss me, even as his fingers kept teasing. I used every bit of knowledge I’d gleaned the last few weeks about what he liked, nipping at his lower lip, sucking hard on his tongue, and reaping the rewards as his touches became as sure as his kisses. Gradually, he seized control there as well, finger-fucking me in earnest and drinking down my moans with more kisses.
“Now.” I moaned the order, and he chuckled darkly.
“All right, Lieutenant.” Fresh uncertainty crossed his expression as he withdrew his fingers and dried them on one of the towels before reaching for the lube again. “Give me a sec—”
“Let me.” Sitting up in a hurry, I took the bottle from him. Nope, no way was I letting him get nervous again. And I might not be an expert, but I could at least make it sexy with lots of touching and kissing as I stroked his generous shaft with extra lube.
“In a hurry?” he teased, groaning softly as I kept jacking him with my hand. I pushed on his shoulder, and he went easily to his back, as I’d hoped.
“For you? Only for the last decade.” I laughed but held his heated gaze so he’d see the truth there too. I couldn’t get enough of him, wouldn’t ever have enough time or chances. Hoping to take away the last of his nerves, I straddled his waist. “We can start this way, but feel free to flip me with those muscles of yours when you want to be on top.”
Winking, I tried to project way more easy confidence than I felt. Atlas wasn’t tiny, I wasn’t particularly experienced, and the last thing I wanted was to disappoint either of us. The best I could do was go slow and hope my extreme desire made up for any miscues. Holding his cock steady with my right hand, I cautiously lowered.
“Oh.” I breathed out in shallow gasps. His cockhead felt way, way bigger from this angle, and my abs and thighs trembled.
“Easy, baby.” Concern creasing his forehead, he stroked my thighs gently. “Remember, it’s okay to play around, explore, have fun.”
“Goof.” I laughed hard at him quoting my own words. And amazingly, joking around worked. He relaxed. I relaxed. I slid a little lower, rocked, let my body adjust, slid more, then back, then tilted my hips a tiny and—
“Holy wow.” I groaned low and lusty as his cockhead met my prostate for the first time, and all those worries about size and experience became irrelevant, lost in a wave of pleasure. “Feels like you were made just for me.”
“Hey, I was going to say that.” He gave a strained laugh that turned into another moan as I rocked faster, moving way more fluidly now. His eyes drifted shut. “Can’t believe how good no condom feels. Fuck, Zeb.”
“It’s good. So good.” I pitched my voice to reassure us both. This was working, and not only in terms of fit, but also in how damn good and joyous every little movement and breath felt.
“It is. It really is.” Atlas sounded as stunned as I felt. He slowly opened his eyes, meeting my gaze. Wonder. Amazement. Joy. All those things I’d seen when he’d held the twins were there in his gaze, this time for me. “You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
His words consumed me, making me feel so seen and cherished that I could only nod. My sinuses burned, and I grabbed for a joke rather than risk tears by thanking him. “I’d say we need to expand your horizons, but—”
Atlas cut me off with a growl and an impressive display of strength and control as he gathered me close to his chest and flipped our positions.