Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
I pushed Nick’s cock as far back in my mouth as I could get it. He sat up then and stroked my hair, and then he started to gently move his cock in and out of my mouth. This sent a zing of sensation straight to my pussy. I tightened my lips on him and let him push himself into my mouth. I tried to relax my throat to take it deeper. I gagged a little bit, a couple of times, but I didn’t care. I just wanted more and more of him.
“I have to stop,” he said, pulling his cock away from me. “I want to wait to be inside you.”
I wanted him badly, but I have to say that I was pretty nervous. His cock seemed enormous—I could hardly get my hand around it. How could it go in me? And also, I didn’t want him to see my back and its scars. Time to turn the lights out.
I started to go to the lamp, and he said, “What are you doing?”
“I’m shy. I want the lights off.”
“Oh no, I have to see you. I’ve been dreaming of how you look forever.”
“But….” I could hardly say it. I whispered, “I still have scars from the surgery.”
“Oh Julia, I don’t care about that.”
“No, they’re really bad. Please, let me—”
He grabbed me around the waist and held me to him. ‘My love. I don’t. Care. About your scars.” He held me tightly with one arm and with the other he undid the snaps at the front of the corset. He took it off, and then pulled my panties down. He was so strong, I couldn’t move. Then he lowered me to the couch, face down. I tried to turn, to get away, but he held me still and said, “No. Stay.”
I lay there trembling, my back and buttocks with their ugly scars fully exposed to his view. I felt like crying because he didn’t say anything. Then I felt his breath on my back. While holding me down tightly, he started to kiss the long scar on my back, beginning at the top, and showering kisses on it all the way down. He said, between kisses, “I don’t love some dream of perfection.” Kiss. “I love you.” Kiss. “The whole you.” Kiss. “Your strength and courage.” Kiss. “Your sense of adventure.” Kiss. “Your enormous kind heart.” Kiss. “You’re a beauty, Julia, and I love looking at you.” Kiss. “But that’s just the packaging.”
By this point, his mouth had reached the very lowest spot on my back. His hands went to my ass, one on each side. There were scars there too, and he kissed them all. Then his hands began a deep kneading motion that pulled my pussy up and down along with it, and pushed the front of my mound into the surface of the couch. He pushed my legs apart and then lowered his face to the center of me. I arched my back towards him instinctively, almost as if I couldn’t help it. I felt his mouth on my folds. His tongue snaked between my lower lips and I knew he must be tasting me.
After a minute, he turned me over. He looked into my eyes and gave me the warmest smile. My legs were spread wide enough for him to lie in between, and he took one of my legs and draped it over the back of the couch. I was totally open to him. Then he lowered his face to my core, this time from the front. His hands pulled my folds apart. He gave me some long slow licks, and I could feel myself opening. Then his tongue found my clit, and he stayed on it, using his tongue to rub, rub, rub, until I stopped thinking about anything but that sensation. I know I was making sounds; I know I was arching and pushing into him, but that was all secondary to what he was doing to me. I felt the increasing tension and rising pleasure, and knew that my orgasm would not be long in coming.
Then he lifted his head and I wanted to cry out in frustration.
Nick shifted over me, bringing his body up so his face was even with mine. He kissed me and I could taste my own arousal on his face. He was breathing fast as he positioned the tip of his cock at my entrance. He looked into my eyes and I felt the depth of this moment. He pushed against me, but didn’t enter. I spread my legs wider to welcome him. I felt that we were crossing a border together, going to a place I’d never been. He pushed his cock more firmly, and it stretched me a bit but not enough. He pulled back and then pushed ahead a little more. He was shaking with the effort it took to hold back.