Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Not internally, with matters of the mind and heart and soul, but more of the more pressing physical matters that are, I guess, also kind of internal. Anyway, I’m just going to shut up now.
“We can go slow. You set the pace. I won’t move at all, I promise.”
I grasp his shoulders and lean in for a hot kiss. I want to kiss him deep into the floor, but he’s too strong and meets me halfway, and I don’t even push his head down an inch. I’m not disappointed, though. I like him muscly and kissing me back with just as much crushing force and desperation as I give him.
“That sounds like it would be boring and painful for you,” I say as I taste his lower lip, biting down gently and running my tongue along it. He tastes like mint and man, and I am intoxicated—so drunk that I would probably fall over if his hands weren’t steadying me.
“Alright, but I won’t move until you tell me you’re okay. And if you want to change positions or take a break, let me know.”
“You’re scaring me,” I tell him.
“I just don’t want to hurt you.”
I kiss along his chin, which is quite stubbly because it’s been almost a full day without a shave, and I love the burn of stubble on my tongue, so I kiss a line to his ear, letting my lips in on the fun. It’s delicious. He’s delicious. And perfect, perfect exactly the way he is. I kiss his ear for some reason because I’m struck with the inspiration to do it, and his hips jack off the floor a few inches and come down hard. Either he’s ticklish at the lobe, or he likes it. I kiss beside his ear, along his neck, and he rolls his hips up again. Maybe he’s just really far gone like I am at the moment, and everything feels sensitive and worked up.
He doesn’t tell me to get on his cock and be quick about it, he doesn’t give me commands, and he doesn’t guide my hips there. He does keep his hands near my waist, but he’s just steadying me, just holding me, not demanding in any way. He really does let me set the pace.
Which I do as soon as I’m brave enough to get myself into position. I’m soaking wet and dripping down my thighs, which normally, I’d be a little bit mortified over, but in this situation, it’s only going to help. I guide him with one hand until his head is at my entrance. I can literally feel him throbbing there, which makes me bold and wild enough to sink down just a little. He parts me and stretches me, and this is only the narrowest part of him. He’s soaked, too, and I can hear our panting breaths and the sounds our bodies are making. I can also smell us, and it’s all perfect and hot.
I grasp Darius’ shoulders, hanging on desperately as I take more of him. It hurts. It really freaking hurts, but even as the twinges of pain jar through me, there’s the soothing warmth of pleasure to offset the wild panic that he’s not going to fit, and I’ve made a monumental mistake, and that the new challenge is going to be getting to a phone to call for an ambulance.
“Are you okay?” His eyes are open and fixed on my face. He’s been watching me, and I’ve had mine closed, concentrating on being careful and going slow and steady and on how amazing it all feels. I don’t think it’s weird that he was watching me. In fact, I think it’s hot.
“Yeah.” I lean in and give him access to my breasts. He delights me and makes me gasp by sucking one nipple, then grazing it with his teeth. It creates a straight arrow of pleasure straight to my clit that makes me cry out. “You’re kind of extra,” I pant.
“Is that a good thing? Extra as in…”
“Just extra. Don’t people say that all the time?”
“I don’t know. I don’t even have social media, so I’m not up on my lingo.”
“That’s okay. Extra for you is good. You’re extra everything,” I say to Darius.
“As long as it’s good,” he replies with a chuckle.
I adjust the position, sliding down a few inches to take more of him. It already feels like this is as far as I can go, and even though it has to be torture for him, he’s not moving. Another rocking motion forward and a small grinding motion back, and I find I can take a little bit more and then a bit more. I feel like this is the best feeling I’ve ever known, and I’m going to explode into oblivion. I feel like nothing could be better. It hurts, yes, but it also feels amazing.