Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 119680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
“Why are you stopping? I’m right there!” she cries when I stand.
“I want you to come on my cock.” I yank my shirt over my head and shove my joggers down enough to free myself from my boxers.
She makes a plaintive, frustrated sound, but wraps her warm fingers around my length, using it to pull me closer. I angle my erection down and rub the piercing over her clit.
Her eyes roll up, and she whimpers when I slide down, nudging against her entrance before I drag the head along the length of her slit. “You’re so fucking soft.”
She hooks her foot around the back of my leg, and I nudge against her entrance again. We both moan, and my eyes meet hers. I see the desperation there.
“I could go bare, just for a minute?” It’s all question and no certainty.
She bites her lip. “Just for a minute?”
I nod. “Until you come.”
“I haven’t ever before,” she whispers.
“Me neither. We don’t have to. I don’t want you to feel pressured.”
“I don’t. I want to.” Her fingers drift along the side of my neck. “I don’t feel pressured, I mean. I never feel that way with you. And I want to feel you.”
“Me too.” Our gazes focus down as I angle the head and the piercing disappears inside her.
“Oh fuck,” she breathes.
My eyes lift to hers. “Is that a good or a bad oh fuck?”
“Good. It’s good. This is so different. I feel your piercing, oh God.” Her brow furrows as I push in another inch. “That’s just… Don’t stop, please.”
“Anything for you. You know that.”
I ease in, one slow inch at a time, eyes never leaving hers. She’s soft and warm and wet and tight and damn well perfect. I get it now—the whole idea that sex without a condom is different. Because it is, although I feel like it’s half about sensation and half about connection.
We’re both panting by the time I’m buried inside her. She tugs me forward and claims my mouth. I wrap her legs around my waist and run my hands up her back, under her tank. She breaks the kiss long enough to pull her shirt over her head, and then we’re kissing again. I rock my hips, staying deep, and Winter moans into my mouth.
Her hands are in my hair, fingers gripping the strands. Then her fingers wrap around my biceps, nails digging in. I want to move, to thrust, but I’m worried I won’t last very long. Not like this—and not long enough to make her come the way I want to.
I break the kiss so I can get a hand between us and massage her clit. She cries out and throws her head back, hips rolling. “Next time we’re alone like this, I’m going to bend you over the counter. How does that sound?”
“So fucking good,” she groans. “So close.”
Her arms tremble, and I feel it, the soft flutter—faint at first and then building. Every muscle in her body tightens and she moans my name, hips jerking as the orgasm rolls through her. Which is when I let go. I pull out until I’m at the ridge and push back in.
Winter’s eyes go wide, and her mouth drops open. “Oh my God, yes. Do that again.”
So I do. Over and over. Harder and faster at Winter’s request. And she keeps coming, and I keep pumping—until I remember I’m not wearing a condom, and I’m about three strokes away from an orgasm.
“I gotta stop. I’m gonna come.”
“So fucking come.” Her legs are locked around my waist.
“I’m bare.”
“Shit. Right.” She unhooks her feet and pushes on my chest, somehow managing the coordination to wrap her hand around my erection as I come. All over her right thigh.
“Fuckin’ hell,” I groan. My legs are wobbly, and I’m unsteady on my feet. I brace a hand on the counter. “What a mess. That was the worst, best idea I’ve ever had.”
Winter bursts out laughing. “Want to hand me a paper towel?”
I laugh and let my head drop to her shoulder, blindly reaching across the counter for the paper towel roll, or a napkin, or tissue, whatever is closest. “You have to drive me to practice. I’m too orgasm-stupid to do anything but breathe right now.” I hand her a napkin.
“My pussy is that magical, huh?”
“So damn magical.” I kiss her neck and back up so I can see her face. “I’m sorry that was close.”
“It’s not your fault. I got carried away too. And the condoms are a good additional precaution, but I just finished my period a few days ago, so I’m not ovulating. We’re safe and smart, BJ.”
“I know. Still, it was my idea.”
“I have zero regrets, although it’s going to be hard to go back to condoms all the time when I know how good it can feel.” She pulls her tank back on.