Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 112917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Within moments, the conversation was forgotten as we lost ourselves in each other’s kisses and exploring hands. I pulled off his clothes and shucked my own until I was lying half on top of him, rutting against his leg like an animal.
“I want to fuck you,” I confessed, moving my fingers down to his hole to tease it.
“Yes,” he breathed. “I want that, too. So much.”
We’d already made liberal use of the lube in his nightstand drawer, so I leaned over and fumbled for it. We’d already had a conversation about STI protection, but I stopped anyway and asked him if he was comfortable going bare, although I didn’t have a condom, and I had to assume he didn’t, either.
“Yes, god yes.”
My slick fingers sank into his tight heat while I watched his face to make sure he wasn’t uncomfortable.
“You like me,” he said, meeting my eyes. He acted like it was a surprise.
I opened my mouth to tease him, to tell him he was alright, but then I realized he was having a moment of vulnerability and insecurity. I took a breath. “I more than like you, Zane. And I’m not ready for this to end.”
His smile was a mix of relief and happiness. “Same.”
He reached out to caress my face, tracing my eyebrows and cheekbones while I continued to stretch him. “You’re going to tell me if it’s too much,” I warned. “If I need to slow down or stop.”
His eyes narrowed. “I’m not a child.”
“I should fucking hope not,” I growled, pressing farther inside his body and making him gasp. “Do you want me to stop giving a shit about your comfort?”
“No.” His expression softened. “I like that you care about me.”
I brushed the messy hair back from his face and leaned in to kiss him while finally lining myself up with his hole. He pulled his legs back and held himself behind the knees, but his insecurity reared its head again. “Tell me what to do.”
His tight channel strangled my cock as I began to push inside. Instead of answering him, I groaned and closed my eyes as he finally relaxed enough to let me in. “Fuck, Z. Fuck, you feel so good.”
“Bear,” he whimpered, squeezing around me. “Oh god. You’re fucking huge.”
I opened my eyes and watched him while pulling back and pushing forward and encouraging him to relax and keep breathing. “That’s it, baby. Just like that.”
I’d never done this before. Never felt the tight clasp of a hot body around my cock. The fact that it was Zane, that it was the man I loved more than anyone else in the world, overwhelmed me. I clenched my jaw against the onslaught of emotions.
“You’re doing great,” I said, barely hanging on to my self-control. Belatedly, I realized his own cock had wilted a bit with the intrusion. I reached for the lube and managed to slick my hand up again before shuttling my fist over his cock. It hardened in my hand, causing him to gasp. His breathing stuttered. He let go of his legs and wrapped them around my back, reaching down to grip my hand and move it the way he needed.
Heat buffeted the space between us. Sounds of shallow pants and muffled grunts and cries filled the air. Zane’s face was flushed and his eyes glazed. How was it possible he could be even more attractive to me? How was it possible for me to love him more than I already did?
“Want you to come, baby,” I begged. “Need you to come. I can’t…”
His grip jerked over mine, and I felt the warmth of his release on my fingers. The tang of it filled the air and mixed with the scent of our combined sweat.
Being like this with him was intoxicating, overwhelming.
“Baby, fuck.” Now, I was the one whimpering as my orgasm grabbed hold of me and took over, sending pleasure rolling through me as I thrust deep inside him. I groaned and shuddered, trying not to fall on top of him and almost failing.
Zane’s hands moved to my back, my neck, my shoulders as he pressed kisses into my upper chest and throat.
I opened my eyes and stared down at him, only seeing the tangled mess of hair on top of his head and the reddened tip of his nose as he nuzzled into me.
My voice came out scratchy and gruff when I spoke. “Tell me I can stay.”
He looked up at me. “You’re not weirded out by all the things I told you?”
“Maybe I like being weirded out,” I teased, moving off him so I didn’t squash him. “Maybe I want more of it.”
He grinned up at the ceiling before turning his megawatt smile on me. “Maybe that makes you the weird one and not me.”
The lucky one, I thought. I’m the lucky one.