Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Would have enjoyed it more with company.” He waggled his eyebrows at me.
“We’ll see what can be arranged for later in the week.” Kissing him again, I made this one longer, more of a promise that I could do better by him.
“Good. Get up here.” Tugging at my shoulders, he didn’t stop until I was wedged in next to him. “Tell me you’re going to do more than sniff my hair.”
“So bossy.” I nuzzled from his neck up to his temple simply for the joy of making him laugh.
“Hey, I’ve been waiting. Night’s a-wasting.” He yanked me more on top of him.
“Definitely don’t want to waste this.” The covers were tangled between us, but the luxury of having his firm, warm body underneath me was not something to squander. I kissed him more firmly now, thrilling to how eager he was, how he didn’t wait for me to deepen the kiss. It was rare to meet someone as enthusiastic as me about kissing, someone who could give as good as they got rather than a battle for control or the equally frustrating experience of a totally passive partner.
With Arthur, his happy noises in between kisses were enough to have me painfully hard. The need to touch him kept building with every pass of our lips until my whole body trembled.
“This okay?” I pushed the covers down to reveal his faded T-shirt and thin cotton pajama pants.
“More than.” He wriggled like a puppy as I swept my hand down his torso before claiming his mouth again. As I plundered his mouth, I wedged a hand under his shirt to explore all the warm skin waiting there for me.
Making a frustrated noise, Arthur plucked at my own tee. “You have on too many clothes.”
“You too.” I shoved his shirt farther up so I could trace the line of red fuzz heading from his navel to the waistband of his pants. “I had this fantasy of you waiting in nothing but a towel.”
“Mmm. Next time.” Pulling my shirt free from my jeans, he worked a hand under the fabric to stroke my bare back, and I had to inhale sharply from how good his touch felt.
“Good. I wanna unwrap you.” Sitting up, I tried to do exactly that. There was so much I wanted to do that my brain swam with all the possibilities, making my movements clumsy. My bumbling efforts ended up with us both tangled in fabric and chortling.
Finally, we untangled enough to both undress next to the bed. And damn, even in dim light, Arthur was spectacular. Lean, but wiry, with a smattering of freckles and chest fuzz as red as his hair. More ginger fuzz on that treasure trail I’d been playing with earlier and lower too, surrounding a tasty-looking cock. For a skinny guy, he was hung, long shaft and oval uncut tip that I couldn’t wait to have in my mouth.
But first I wanted another kiss and I pulled him back onto the bed, into my lap. The move put him at the perfect height for more making out, and one kiss turned into ten turned into both of us breathing hard and clutching at each other.
“Fuck. I like this,” he groaned as I moved to kiss his scruffy jaw.
“Good. Me too.” I trailed my tongue down his neck to nip at his well-defined collarbones. “So much.”
I kept reminding myself that Arthur was new to this and to not go too fast, but slowing down was near impossible with the sounds he made when I kissed and licked at his neck. I bit a little harder than I probably should have, and he shuddered in my arms.
“Oh, do that again.” Eyes closing, he tipped his head back, exposing even more creamy, freckled neck for me to feast on.
“This?” Trying to make sure I was below where his shirt collar hit, I sucked hard at the tender triangle where his neck and shoulder met, nibbling my way across those collarbones I couldn’t get enough of.
“More.” He arched his back, hard cock nudging my abs, making me be the one to shudder next. And I couldn’t ignore the unspoken invitation either. Keeping one hand on his back, I moved the other one between us.
“Okay to touch you here?”
“God, yes, please.” Canting his hips, he bumped my palm with his cock until I took it in my grip. “Fuck. That feels amazing.”
“Yeah, you do.” Still dropping random kisses on his neck, I stroked him slow, keeping my grasp loose, discovering what he liked. Judging by his steady stream of moans and curses, he liked it all, but it was fun teasing him, sweeping my thumb across his slick tip, dancing my fingers down the shaft before stroking again, a little firmer now.
“Can I play too?” He wormed his hand underneath mine to find my cock.