Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 153871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 769(@200wpm)___ 615(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 769(@200wpm)___ 615(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
Even Rex’s pine and cedar smell fits. Now he’s a tree that has been standing for two hundred years, limber enough to bend with the wind, but sturdy enough to shelter me. His hands are on my thighs again, and this time it’s like he’s soothing muscles I didn’t even know I had, stroking purely functional things to a sensual tingle.
“Okay?” Rex asks, and I want to ask him how a tree can talk. I just nod, though, my eyes closing a bit, casting the green hillside into the first shadows of evening.
It’s working. I really am relaxing. Then Rex’s hands touch my ass and I don’t want to pretend anymore. He takes the globes of my ass in his hands and massages them and it feels like I’m drowning, sinking deep into something warm and viscous, like honey. I moan as his palms rest on the hills of my ass and his thumbs caress my lower back. Then he slides his hands to my hips and massages them, rotating them one at a time.
He kneels between my legs, spreading them to make room for him, and kneads my inner thighs and up to the crease of my bottom. He takes me by the hips and digs strong thumbs into my spine, pushing my knees up and apart. His hands slide back to my ass, fingers dipping into my crack, and I moan again. Every touch is electric. I never knew relaxing could feel so amazing. Every strong squeeze of his hands on my ass sends jolts of heat to the base of my spine and my cock, the only part of me that is not relaxed. I squirm a little, trying to maneuver myself into a position that isn’t crushing my burgeoning erection.
Rex lifts my hips easily and settles me back on the bed tenderly, then urges me down again, his attention returning to my ass. I gasp when I feel his hand on my erection, and I let my breath out slowly as he gentles me again, caressing my ass softly to relax me.
I never thought about having tension in my hips or thighs, but as Rex spreads my legs farther apart, relaxing them, I feel loose and flexible, the tension draining from me, leaving me open to him. He scoots up, running a hand through my hair and I arch into his touch.
“Okay, baby?” he asks softly, like he doesn’t want to break the spell.
“Feels so good,” I murmur. When Rex slides down over my back and starts kissing my neck, I vaguely register that he’s taken off his pants too, but I didn’t notice. He kisses down my spine and, when he reaches the plump of my ass, he doesn’t stop, kissing a line down my crack. I gasp and tense up again, but his hands stroke my hips.
“I want to taste you, Daniel,” Rex says, his voice the tumble of a blood-warm wave breaking near my ear. “Can I taste you?” He follows this up with a lick to my ear and I groan, nodding manically. I can feel his hardness between my legs, a pulsing brand on my thigh.
“Tell me.”
“Do it, please.”
“Do what, Daniel?” Rex asks, his voice teasing and filthy.
“Ungh, I want—want you to taste me,” I bite out, a rush of shame competing with arousal.
“Spread your legs for me,” he commands.
He drops down again, grabbing the hills of my ass and squeezing them, then pulling them apart. His tongue touches my opening and a dark, hot pleasure opens me up as he licks into me.
“Oh god,” I groan, burying my face in the pillow. Rex goes back to his massage, hands sliding down my thighs to my calves, relaxing every muscle he touches. Then his mouth is back, kissing and then licking my hole, his tongue relaxing this muscle too. He pushes me up farther, so he can bury his face between my cheeks, and then everything is liquid heat and a pleasure so much gentler than penetration. I feel the shift as my muscles relax and Rex’s tongue breaches me. It’s something caught so exactly between relaxing me and driving me to a fever pitch of arousal that my brain doesn’t know how to process it and I slide back and forth between unclenching to his mouth and tensing with pleasure.
I’m crying out, now, desperate for Rex to push a little harder, slide a little deeper so this feeling can coalesce into something I know. But he keeps working me, sliding softly inside me and gentling my trembling muscles with his own.
“Rex, Rex, Rex,” I call out, unable to control myself. I don’t know what I’m begging for. Whether more or less—everything or nothing—I don’t know.
Then Rex groans, the sound ripped from deep inside him. As he shifts, I feel his erection, impossibly hard, and he’s trembling above me.