Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
I should show him my appreciation. So I take the initiative this time, and I plant a quick kiss on him. It surprises him, but the second one doesn’t. This one is more passionate, and he’s much more receptive to it.
“Take me already,” I whisper to him. “Finish what you started yesterday. Before we got distracted by all of my drama.”
He chuckles, and our next kiss is even more intense. His rough but tender hands go down my back to the hem of my t-shirt and lift it, pulling it off me and letting the cold air of the cabin tickle me. Gooseflesh forms wherever his fingers go, and he’s wasting little time stripping me down. My bra goes next, and his touch circles my areola, letting it spike, bliss shooting through my body. He kisses my tits, his tongue swirling over my nipples, sucking at them ever so slightly. God, I want this man.
I’m quick to claw at the buttons of his shirt too, wanting to get at that firm, manly chest of his. He shrugs it off with a laugh, and I run my hand over his lightly haired chest, realizing what a real man he is. And what’s more, this man, as hot as he is, is utterly devoted to me. He wants me so damn bad. And that’s a turn-on in and of itself.
“I need you, Sugar,” he says in between suckles of my breasts. “I need to know you. To enjoy you. To take you fully. To truly make you mine.”
He’s not so crass as to just come out and say it. He wants to fuck me, and not in any figurative way. His cock, my pussy, something to seal the deal and bring our infatuation with one another home.
I drop back on the couch, and he’s quick to take the initiative. Unbuttoning my jeans, rolling them off my legs, tossing my socks away too, making sure there’s no fabric between us, only flesh.
When I’m only in my panties, he takes a moment to enjoy me before grabbing those too and abruptly yanking them down my legs until I’m bare-naked before him. He looks at me with wild eyes, more than ready to take me and savor me.
“I might have said this a bazillion times already, Sugar, but you’re fucking gorgeous.”
I giggle. “You can keep saying it, because I’m not tired of hearing it.”
With my foot, I toe the button of his jeans, wanting everything gone and for him to be as naked as I am.
He undoes them, and shoves them down in a hurry, taking his boxer briefs along with them. His cock pops up, already standing tall and hard. It only took the sight of me and the tiniest bits of dirty talk to rev Rainier’s engine, to get him going and wanting me.
It doesn’t take much more provocation before he’s all the way on top of me, his bare form covering mine, the heat between us delightful and radiating. His hand slides down my body, going across my hips, my ass, massaging my thigh as he looks me dead in the eye, his cock over my abdomen, so ready to slide down and fuck me. As he runs his hands through my hair, I reach down between us and take hold of his cock, urging it closer to where it needs to go.
“You really want this, don’t you?”
“I’ve always wanted it. Maybe I’ve just been a bit confused along the way, but God, do I ever want this, Rainier.”
“I can’t deny you, Sugar,” he says, and for the first time I love that my actual name doubles as a pet name. It sounds so good on his lips.
Feeling his cock tickle the outside of my slit fills me with joy, the anticipation within me so damn strong. He inches into me, bit by bit, tender and caring as he always is, before he spears himself in good and proper.
With everything I’ve told him about my experiences with dildos and vibrators, he knows that I’m not just any virgin. I’ve been, for lack of a better term, preparing for this moment ever since I became a teenager. Feeling a real cock, though, feeling Rainier inside of me?
It’s a whole new rush of experience overwhelming me as he pushes himself in. Feeling myself close around him, I gasp from the sheer pleasure that comes from friction in all of the right places. Our embrace is so intense, so mighty, I’m already breathing ragged and we’ve barely even begun.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he whispers as he fucks me. “You’re absolute heaven, Sugar. Inside and out.”
“More,” I command him. “More!”
He happily obeys. The pace hot, building an even more intense fire within me, burning through me and causing me to cry out. Everything between us is magic, every penetration, every stroke. Goddamn.