Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
“Are you ready for this?”
As ready as I’ll ever be.
My response was a simple nod, avoiding his eyes, and immediately, his arms snaked around me, holding my body to his. We were a contrast to each other. He was strong and hard, pretty much everywhere, where I was all softness and slight curves. He was tanned, and I was pale porcelain. He was tall, and I was petite. Yet somehow, we fit.
With my hands squished up against his stomach, he sighed out, “I love how you feel.” He smiled affectionately, running a light fingertip across my collarbone. “My sweet, soft Emmy.”
He didn’t know how accurate that last declaration was.
I was his, completely, my love ripe for the picking. All he had to do was take it. He wouldn’t, of course, but that was beside the point.
My heart was his and I gave it freely.
“Get on the bed, baby.” He lightly smacked my ass then smirked. “I need to be in you before I mess myself like a horny teen.”
He released me and I climbed into the center of the bed. Connor followed, moving over me. His words were soft. “We’re not jumping into anything until you’re ready, okay?”
I love you so much it hurts.
The words begged to be spoken out loud but I wasn’t that foolish. “Okay.”
He lightly tapped my outer thigh. “Spread for me, baby.”
Wait.
Was this it?
When I hesitated, he smiled. “I just wanna feel you, that’s all. It’ll feel good. I promise.”
I did as he asked and Connor moved between my legs. I let out a little sigh when his erection settled on my sex. My heart beat stopped then started again with a jolt. Connor bit his lip and gently thrust, and my eyes fluttered. His hard length slid up and down my cleft and I wanted him inside me immediately.
“See? It’s good, right?”
“Yeah,” I breathed, moving my hands to his lean hips and holding on.
We didn’t kiss during this period, instead watching each other, anticipating the other’s reaction. And when I felt wetness seep out of me, coating his length, I whispered, “Oh, God, I want you.”
This did something to Connor.
His hips bucked, almost involuntarily, and he pressed into me for a long while. When he closed his eyes and managed to control himself, he let out a husky, “I think you’re ready, baby.”
I totally was.
Lifting my hips, I felt the thickness of him slide between my lips. “I am.”
Without a word, Connor reached under the pillow and retrieved a small foil pack. I watched in fascination as he slid the condom on and tossed the wrapper onto the ground, returning to me and rubbing against me. He did this a long while until I thought I would cry from frustration. And just when I thought he’d never do it, the tip of him kissed me gently and then he pushed.
And, Jesus, it hurt.
Gripping his arms tightly, I held my breath and bit my lip, letting out a small whimper. The resistance I expected to feel didn’t come but I’d never been stretched like this before and it was a shock to my system.
My face contorted and Connor stilled. I didn’t realize I was crying until he wiped away my tears, kissing me as gently as humanly possible. In the stillness of the room, I heard myself, my little cries, and quite suddenly felt weak. Reaching up to cover my eyes, embarrassment rushed me, heating my cheeks.
“I’m sorry, baby. I can stop.” Connor kissed my lax lips. “Do you want me to stop?
I shook my head. We’d already gotten this far. What was the point? I was stronger than that.
Uncovering my face, I spoke a teary, “No. I want to keep going.”
And when Connor whispered, “Thank God,” it pulled a soggy laugh from me. I smacked his shoulder and he smiled down at me. “Guess what?”
“What?” I asked.
“You’re not a virgin anymore.”
Oh, wow. I wasn’t. I couldn’t help but smile back. “No.” I wiggled my hips. “I’m definitely not.”
Connor’s eyes hooded, he gasped lightly, and his grip on me tightened. “Do that again.”
I did and, shockingly, it felt good. It felt really good.
Putting my hands to his hips, I took the lead, gently wiggling my hips then rocking against him. The more I pitched my hips into him, the deeper he sunk. And then he was completely inside me. I don’t know how but I wanted more of him.
“Move,” I begged him softly, and he did. The moment he pulled back and gently thrust into me, stars exploded behind my closed lids. “Again,” I ordered. He pulled back once more, thrusting a little harder, and I died a small death. “Oh my God, Connor.”
From there, Connor took over, pulling out then pushing in, and every time he did, I felt things I never felt before. I didn’t know such feelings existed. Pleasure on this level was surely a sin.