Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“I’m not. But I don’t know what to do. So show me what to do, Stiles.”
He nods like it’s some sort of relief, and lifts me up so my legs leave the bed then he gently lays me on my back so now he’s over me. He switches our positions, and I like it. Pulling at my shirt, I yank it from my head leaving me naked underneath. His eyes leave my face to go to my breasts. Reaching for his hands, I place one on each breast, then let go. Now it’s his turn. Stiles needs to take control. And that’s exactly what he does. He’s afraid he’s going to hurt me, his touch is gentle but demanding. He can’t hurt me more than I can hurt myself of that I’m sure. Because I’ve locked everything away and the only person who can break through isn’t touching me right now. No, that person is with someone else. And even if I wanted someone to break through my walls, I wouldn’t choose him to do it.
He moves just a fraction so he’s now between my legs and I can feel him there, so I push myself forward just a bit so I can rub up against him. Wanting him is all I can think about at this moment and the things he can do to my body. It’s a rush I’ve had only once, only experiencing one orgasm, but at the time it was with nervousness. This time I’m not nervous, I’m relaxed, and taking everything he has to offer as his mouth comes down and lands on my breast. He massages one, while his mouth and tongue mouth-fuck my other. Arching is all I can do, plus grinding myself on him. So many sensations hit me at once, all of them coming from touching him, and every part is as intense as the next.
“Stiles...” His name leaves my lips as he sucks on my other breast. I start shaking, my body’s in the right place and enjoying every fucking second of it.
Orgasm.
That’s it.
Ahhh....
He sits up when my hands cling to the bed sheets and pulls his shirt off fast. His body is toned, tanned, and delicious. As I ride the wave of ecstasy, all I can do is stare as he gets undressed. Then I lift as he pulls my shorts from my body and rolls a condom on himself. Stiles leans down and I can feel him at my entrance. My hands touch his back, pulling him to me as he slowly slides in. Filling me completely, he stops while we both catch our breath.
“Fuck you’re beautiful.” His words make me want him even more, so I push up on him, so he has to move so he can start moving inside of me. He does it, all the while looking at me like I’m the only thing that matters in his world. That’s the thing with Stiles, he makes me feel good. Better than anyone has ever made me feel.
He tells me I can do something and I do it because he told me so. No one has ever believed in me as much as he does. It’s remarkable what someone caring for you does for your self-esteem. Just like the job I have now. It’s not anything special, but I enjoy it. I like learning about beauty treatments, and everything about it is interesting.
Tilting my head back, I rock with him as his lips kiss my neck, as he fucks me. It’s nothing but pleasure he’s providing, and I can see us doing this a lot more.
He comes, and I feel it as he does deep inside me. He reaches between us and touches my clit, rubbing it a few times as he finishes fucking me and I come right along with him.
Sex.
I like it a lot.
He’s lying on me now, our breathing matching as we come down from our high.
“I want to do that again.” I laugh, stroking his hair.
He laughs as well then looks up at me. “That will happen every fucking day now. Don’t think I can ever say no to that.”
My lips twitch upward at his words. “Good.”
He pulls me to him, and that’s how we fall asleep.
Naked and sated.
WE WALK IN TOGETHER, I’m basically living at his place without the official invite. Every time I went home, he’d ring to come and pick me up later. His friends would speak to him, but he wouldn’t let me go. Even when I went to my locker, he came with me. I like the way he wants me, especially now. His hands can’t get enough. This morning before we left, we almost had sex. I wanted it, but we slept in and we were pushing our luck with time.
“Later...”
I nod my head as he kisses my lips. A teacher walks past and tells us to separate. He laughs as his lips leave mine. I watch as he walks away then disappears into the classroom, I do the same only to be stopped when I notice Livia watching me. My mouth attempts to open, but I shut it not knowing what to say to her, or how our relationship has become as strained as it is right now. She doesn’t know what happened with Ryken and me because if she did she would have said something by now. She hasn’t.