Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Both hands grasp me, massaging my heavy globes softly. He watches them as he does this, almost mesmerised by what he’s doing and seeing. Once he’s done playing with me through my bra, he trails the edges of his nails across my skin, over the band of my bra to the hook at the back. Seconds later it’s unhooked and he’s gently sliding it from my shoulders before letting it fall on the ground.
He leans back again, just staring, no words spoken. Only our breathing can be heard and both of us are breathing heavily.
I daren’t reach for him. I want to, my fingers ache to touch him, but something tells me I need to let him do this at his pace. So I do. I wait, allowing him time to run his fingers over every inch of my torso as if burning it to memory.
Lips and a warm wet tongue trail down the centre of my chest before he sits back on his knees. His hands help me out of my shoes; they pull off my socks and finally slide my fabric skirt from my body. I lie before him in nothing but a pair of black lace knickers that cover less than they showed on the mannequin in the store. My arse is definitely not a small one.
Dragging his hands up my calves and thighs, I’m relieved when he finally grips my lace knickers and slides them off too. Now he starts moving back up, his lips and tongue leading the way, his body brushing against mine.
Just seeing him peruse me again, leaning back slightly so he can see all of me, his eyes heated and sharp, taking in every inch of me, makes me feel like I’m the only woman on Earth. I should feel vulnerable and exposed, but the way he’s holding himself, the way he’s breathing, the way his lips are parted and his eyes are devouring me, I feel nothing but beautiful, powerful and magnificent. I don’t remember ever feeling this way before.
He cups my arse with both hands as his mouth moves over mine again. A squeal escapes me when I’m suddenly flipped onto my front and his mouth is on my neck. I lick my lips, wiping away the taste of him with my tongue.
“Nathan?” I question as one of his hands grasps at my aching breasts, his movements no longer slow and sweet, but rough and needy. I like the change, I’m just not sure if I like the direction I’m facing.
My ears pick up the sound of a zipper and his skilful hand continues teasing my skin, grabbing me, stroking me. Goose pimples break out over my flesh.
His hands are gone from my body and I hear the cause of this sudden abandonment - a foil wrapper being opened. I watch him over my shoulder. His eyes are looking down at his hands as he rolls the condom onto his substantial length. I can’t see it and I really want to. I want to touch him, why are we doing it in this position? I want to look in his eyes.
“You’re beautiful, Gwen,” he says into my ear, his chest against my back, his body bending forward slightly, forcing mine to do the same. I grip the edges of the pillows under my hands, wondering why he won’t let me turn and wrap my legs around him. A tremble flows through me when his hand comes up to circle my neck from the front, his forefinger curving over my jaw. I feel his hot length at my entrance, his free hand placing it directly over the opening. “You mean everything to me.” He tells me to my eyes and my heart swells.
I nod, gulping at the same time, before wetting my drying lips with my tongue. “You mean everything to me too.”
He pushes inside slowly. Far too slowly. Only the head is in and the ache is almost unbearable. It’s a pleasurable ache mixed with a small amount of pain as he stretches me.
It’s been too long. Far too long.
He pulls out, leaving only the tip inside. Shudder.
“Are you okay?” He asks, the concern in his voice turning my heart into a puddle.
Smiling slightly, I nod and reach over my shoulder to caress his face. He leans into it and places a gentle kiss on the palm of my hand. Seconds later I let out a groan, not one of pain either, as he slams inside. Only half way, but Christ it feels good.
“Still okay?” He asks, moving in and out, each thrust getting more powerful but never going in to the hilt.
His hands that were holding my hips leave me for a moment. They return seconds later and I instantly recognise the feel of leather covering his fingers. I’m about to comment when he places two fingers over my clit and rubs in fast circles, his hips speeding up but still never allowing his solid length to enter me fully.