Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 97525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
"Hi," I murmured, our faces inches away, his lit by the lamp's glow.
"Hi." He didn't kiss me, even though I lifted my chin, inviting the touch. His hand stole under the hem of my silk panties and cupped my ass.
"Your hands are warm," I said.
He slid his hand higher and gripped my waist. He gave me a boyish grin, then pitched me onto the bed.
There was a roll of naked skin, our legs tangling. The crawl of me along his body, our lips meeting, our first kiss born. His mouth was hesitant, his hands confident, and I wondered if he kissed the escorts before he fucked them. Then, the kiss deepened, our connection solidified, and I put the thought of prostitutes out of my head.
When he pulled away and sat back against the padded headboard, his hand slowly sweeping over the curves of my skin, there was a pause. A moment of indecision when he looked into my eyes, and his gaze held a question.
I didn't answer with words. I rolled over and off of the bed, then walked soundlessly across the thick rug and to the dresser, where I fished through panties and thongs until my hand hit foil. I pulled out a condom and walked back, my eyes taking an appreciative tour of his body as he lay on his back, fully exposed. His mouth curved; no move made to cover the impressive organ that lay stiffly against his thigh.
I didn't expect his confidence—most computer nerds are more bashful of their body, only arrogant of their mind. But then again, he hadn't quoted a single fact, hadn't brought up his company or money in any way. He wasn't trying to impress me. He was treating this the same way I was, two adults looking for a good time.
He took the condom and placed it beside him on the coverlet, his hand returning to grab mine. "Not yet. Come here."
He pulled me alongside him until every edge of us touched, a connection from head to toe. Turning to his side, he pressed a soft kiss against my lips, then straddled my hips. His fingers started at my shoulders and softly worked up the muscles of my neck, gently probing down the lines of my frame.
I closed my eyes, letting out a sigh as I relaxed against the pillow, and he slid his hands lower, palms flat on the swell of my breasts, his touch gentle as he spread his hands and took me into them.
"You're beautiful," he said, a whispered scratch in the tones. "I'm sorry if I'm ... I'm not used to romance."
I opened my eyes and let my own hands crawl down the strong muscles of his chest, the thick divots of his abs, a delicate exploration that was about to reach his cock. "I don't think I'm looking for it."
"I thought every woman was looking for it." He let out a guttural groan as my fingers wrapped around his stiff shaft and squeezed.
I looked up into his eyes, and he moved his body down, just out of my reach, so he could lower his mouth to mine. This. This was what every woman was looking for. A mouth that responded hungrily yet tenderly when kissed.
This. A firm drag of my body toward the end of the bed, eyes dominant, hands strong, as he pinned me to the mattress.
This. My hands in his hair, clawing at his shoulders, my body bucking underneath his talented tongue between my legs.
This. Our bodies entwined in my sheets, his weight on my wrists, the moment of primal connection when he spread my legs and thrust himself inside, moving with sure strokes, my cries of pleasure silenced by his kiss.
This. His body arcing into mine, his grip pulling me tight to him, the burying of his cock when he finished, gasping my name, the shudder of his breath against my mouth as he rolled me over and gave one final thrust.
This. This was what I wanted, what my new self desired. The romance, it could wait.
Chapter 4 - Brant
"You did what?" Jillian's shrill voice echoed in the large office, bouncing off antique desks and framed honors.
"I'm an adult, Jillian. I have every right to entertain whomever I wish."
“Layana Fairmont isn’t a trailer park hussy, Brant. She's a respected member of society. Extremely intelligent, though you wouldn't know it from the life of leisure she lives."
"I would consider those marks in her favor. You're speaking as if you'd rather me date an uneducated redneck. I left her house last night and went home electrified. I worked all through the night and solved our issues with data recovery. The woman lit a fire in me."
His aunt stood, her pearls clicking, the fury in her eyes finding their mark and burning the skin they touched. "She's looking for a husband. A new last name, a finish line to the race of life that all of these debutantes live."