Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 74730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“I smile lots.” He offered me a cheesy smile more suited to a slithery salesperson before stretching out next to me.
“Not nearly enough.” I was already making lists of things I could try to earn more genuine Denver grins.
“Says you.” He rolled his eyes even as he gathered me close, inhaling deeply with his face in my hair. The intimacy of the gesture surprised me, given how hard I’d had to work to sell him on the idea of a repeat. But I liked it. A lot. I stretched into the contact, which had the desired result of him holding me that much tighter and nuzzling my neck. “Tell me what’s on your list.”
“My list?” My voice came out raspy and more than a little confused. Throat well-used, I was pleasantly buzzed on his nearness and the earlier sex.
“All the sex you want to try.” Denver gave me a patient look. “I’m sure you’ve got quite the list.”
Oh. Right. When I’d brought up the idea of a repeat, I’d had some vague notion of Denver giving me sex lessons, but now that I was actually here in his bed, a curriculum was the last thing on my mind. I wanted experience. No note-taking allowed.
“It’s a pretty short list.” I sounded more self-conscious than I liked, but it was the truth. “I like sucking you. I’d like anything that includes more kissing. I think I’d like getting fucked. But what I really like is the whole not thinking and you giving me orders thing. I make a million tiny decisions a day, many of them with big consequences. Not thinking…that’s a gift.”
“I like being able to give you that.” A thoughtful expression crossed Denver’s face, a different softness than the grin but equally appealing. “I can work with being in charge, but you gotta speak up if you don’t like something.”
“What if I like everything?” I grinned precisely to earn his stern stare and head shake. “Seriously, though, I’ll tell you if something’s not working for me.”
“Good.” His smile turned more purposeful, almost scary in its intensity. “And I like everything on your shortlist. You think you’d like getting fucked? Have you played around on your own with penetration?”
“Um. Some.” My cheeks heated. Funny how I could be naked with the dude and still be embarrassed to discuss jerking off. “Not a ton, but when I watch porn or fantasize, I’m almost always the one getting fucked. I want to try.”
“Fair enough. And we’ll get there, but you gotta trust me to set the pace.”
I made a face because his speed was likely snail-holding-up-traffic slow. Nevertheless, I nodded. “I trust you.”
“Good.” Denver sat up to loom over me. “Hands up. Touch the bedframe.”
The old-fashioned metal headboard was perfect for grabbing, and as soon as I wrapped my hands around the bars, a sense of total relief washed over me. I was safe here, and Denver was fully in charge. I didn’t have to think. Didn’t need to plan or anticipate. All I needed to do was hold on.
He started by dancing his fingers down my jaw and neck, across my collarbones, and over my sternum. I shivered, trying not to moan from the light contact.
“Ticklish?”
“Not…” I trailed off as he indeed found a ticklish spot at the base of my ribs and another under my left arm. “Hey!”
“Objections, Captain?” He raised a thick eyebrow.
“No.” I’d put up with his teasing if it meant not having to think.
“Right answer.” Denver rewarded me with a leisurely lick down the center of my chest before capturing a nipple in his mouth. My nipples were small, pink, and, up until that exact second, an afterthought when it came to pleasure zones.
“Oh wow.” I sucked in a breath and arched my chest to invite more of the warm, wet heat. Mercifully not calling me on my attempts to direct him, Denver upped the ante, alternately sucking and scraping lightly with his teeth.
“Jesus, you’re responsive.” His tone was full of approval and a bit of awe. “Try not to come.”
“I’m not that close,” I protested, only to whimper when a warm breath gusted across my straining cock, which had already painted a wet stripe on my belly. “Okay. Point taken.”
I’d said many prayers in my life, for serious and trivial matters both, but none more fervent than the plea to the heavens that Denver suck my cock next.
And he did, mouth skillfully descending over my cock, making my whole body bow upward. “Holy shit.”
“No coming.” He paused to give me an authoritative glare. Damn, but I wanted to please this man. Not merely following his directions but earning his praise and approval. If that meant clamping back on my rising need to come, then so be it.
“I won’t.” My hamstrings burned and my heels dug into the mattress. But no way did I want to miss a second of this delicious torture. His mouth was warmer and softer than I’d expected, and the friction of his tongue provided electric sparks I felt everywhere, from my balls to the back of my neck. “More.”