Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 148184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Her eyes are wide as I carry her back to the bed. My towel is huge around her shoulders, covering her from collarbone to ankle.
“Why is that look on your face? I’m not going to hurt you now that you’re bathed.”
She shakes her head frantically and lets out a small laugh. “It’s not that. You’re just pretty naked.”
I glance down at my navy boxer briefs. “Pretty sure you’re more naked than I am.”
With her averting her gaze, I grumble, quickly change the sheets, and then gently dry her skin. She protests, but I block it all with a shake of my head. It pleases me when she goes silent, watching me but not scared.
Once she’s dry, I pull out a soft cotton thing that Andrea picked out. It looks like it will cover her to her mid-thighs. The white is lovely on her as I cover all the curves I want so much more than a look at. I kneel on the floor to help her into soft white cotton panties that match her nightgown.
My fingers are shaking as I settle the fabric in place against her delicate hip bones.
“Are you okay? Was I too heavy?”
I give her a look and a snort. “You weigh nothing. Lie back on the pillows and get comfortable.”
She does as ordered, already looking so much better than when I found her almost two weeks ago.
“What are you going to do?”
I nod at the chair. “Sleep, just like you will.”
She shifts in the bed and pats the empty space beside her. “Stay, please. I already feel guilty for taking your bed. I’ll feel even worse if you hurt your back sleeping in that chair.”
I do it only because I’m dying to touch her again. I need it like I need to breathe. If only to reassure myself she will be okay. I ease onto the bed, taking up way more space than she expected. Her eyes rove over my body, and I like the look in her eyes as she trails her gaze down my abs to the waist of my underwear.
I’m so hard that my blood is pounding in my ears. Fuck. I thought I was stronger than this. But I’m not where she is concerned. I take her small hand in my hand and wrap her fingers around my thumb.
She blinks, confused, but does.
“Squeeze,” I grit out.
Again, she follows directions with no hesitation. My breathing is coming out loud enough to drown out all the other noises. “How does that feel? And don’t lie to me.”
“Fine?”
“Any pain?”
She shakes her head. “You might have noticed,” she whispers. “I have a somewhat high pain tolerance.”
I don’t ask her to explain that statement. I only add one more tally to Sal’s growing debt to her. A debt I’ll extract in blood.
“Good,” I say and ease my underwear off my legs and toss them to the floor. She’s staring now, wide-eyed, right at my cock, and I keep the moan inside as I wrap her hand around me. She hesitates at first, but then I see the curiosity chase across her expressive face. I cover her hand with mine and use my other to lift her chin to meet my eyes. “I’m not going to hurt you, but I need to take the edge off so I stay in control.”
She only nods and swallows loudly. I watch her face as I ease her hand up toward the crown of my dick and then back down. She’s curious, and by the way she’s squeezing her thighs together, she’s feeling other things too. The knowledge I could roll her over and sink into her wet heat sends me to the edge far too quickly.
“Harder,” I grit out. “Squeeze me as hard as you can.”
She starts to pull away from under my hold. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
I meet her eyes again. “You won’t hurt me. This will make me feel good. I need it so I don’t take you right here, right now. Please.” It’s the closest I’ve ever come, or will come, to asking her for what belongs to me.
She nods once and eases her hand back down. I clamp mine tighter around hers, adding the other one. “Am I hurting you?” I ask, between pants.
“No.” She continues the strokes, increasing the pace and squeezing harder as she gets to know the feel of me. It’s this knowledge that makes me shoot my load hard and fast. It’s not nearly as satisfying as I need it to be. I release her hand, but she continues stroking me, spreading my cum down my shaft and back up. One more, and then she stops, looking at me for instructions.
I get the damp towel I used to dry her off and clean her hand gently, ensuring her wrist wound is clean and safe.