Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 29029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
I can’t help myself. My gaze drops to the large bulge I’ve been eyeing all night.
He stalks toward the bed and then he sits down next to me.
“Normally this is where I undress you. But you may be more comfortable undressing yourself.”
I let out a loud gulp. “I want you to undress me, Max.”
He trails a finger over my shoulder, pulling on one strap of my purple prom dress. With the other hand, he releases the other strap, until they’re hanging over my upper arms.
I’m not wearing a bra.
The dress is snug and holds my C-cups in place.
And in a moment…he’s going to free them.
Max—Maximillian Sebastian Robinson—is going to see my bare breasts. I smile.
“You’re so beautiful, Jenna,” he whispers. He leans down and kisses my neck, my bare shoulder. Then he slides his tongue over my flesh until he comes up to my ear where he gives my lobe a tug. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” He shoves his tongue into my ear.
I squirm. At the tickle, and at his words.
So long? He’s wanted me for so long?
The words don’t make any sense, but I don’t care. Right now I’m high. High on Max and what he’s doing to my ear with his tongue.
Has anything ever felt like this?
None of my fears are coming true. I was so afraid I wouldn’t like how this felt. That it was something I’d have to get through. To endure. Certainly not enjoy.
But oh my God, all I want is more.
I whimper when he moves from my ear, but he slides his tongue over my cheeks, back to my lips, where he kisses me deeply and passionately.
All the while, he tugs the dress over my breasts, letting them fall free.
He breaks the kiss and drops his gaze.
He sucks in an audible breath. “As beautiful as I always knew you’d be.”
Again his word surprise me.
As I always knew you’d be? He’s thought about this before?
How could he have? I was gone. They all thought I was dead. They had a memorial for me.
Surely he didn’t think of me that way before I was gone.
But I think no further than that because he’s cupping my boobs, his warm hands burning against my skin.
“This feel nice?” he asks.
“You have no idea.”
“These are perfect,” he says. “Perfectly round and shapely. And your nipples… “ He thumbs them and flicks one, making tingles shoot through me all the way to my pussy.
God, my pussy…
That place where I haven’t felt anything but pain.
Will I be able to have an orgasm? Will I be able to respond?
Right now, I want nothing more.
He pulls the other nipple then, and I’m aching. Aching for something more. Something I can’t quite put into words.
He lowers his head then, and I brace myself. I brace myself for his lips around my nipple.
Instead, he kisses the top of my breast.
“Your skin is so rosy,” he says against me. “So pretty and rosy.”
“Please…”
He kisses the soft flesh of my breast again. “Please what, Jen?”
“Oh, don’t make me say it, Max. Please…”
“You need to say it, Jen. I want this to be good for you, and I don’t want to do anything without your permission.”
As much as I hate to, I pull back.
He threads his fingers through his tousled hair. “I’m trying to do this right. Trying to help you. Give you what you need from me. Not just take what I want.”
He rises, and I get a great view of his delectable ass.
Then he turns to me again, meeting my gaze, his own brown eyes on fire. “Do you have any idea how difficult this is for me? Not to take what I want? Have you laid there before me, those gorgeous tits on display, and I know the rest of your body is just as beautiful. God, your legs. Jenna, what am I doing wrong here?”
“I don’t know. Max, I just don’t know. This is hard for me too.”
He sits down then, next to me, burying his head in his hands.
“Jen, my God. I’m being so damned selfish. Of course this is hard for you. So much harder than anything I’m going through. I’m sorry.” He lifts his head and meets my gaze. “I know how difficult this is for you. To trust a man with your body. I’ll stop talking now, and I’m just going to do. Anytime you don’t want me to do something, all you have to do is tell me.”
I nod. “That’s all I want, Max.”
That’s all I want.
13
MAX
She trusts me, so I need to trust her as well. I need to trust that she’ll tell me if she needs me to stop.
So I do what I’ve been dying to do.
I lean down, and I take a nipple between my lips.
She’s silk under my tongue, as I knew she would be. How will the slick lips of her pussy feel under my tongue? My cock strains inside my underwear.