Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
“You want this too, Grace.” I needed to hear her say it again.
She nodded, her eyes twin pools of want. For me. “Yes,” she whispered.
Yes. The best word in the English language.
I closed the small distance between us and took her face in my hands. She was watching me so carefully. I brought my lips to hers, taking a gentle taste of her lush mouth. Our first kiss had been angry, harsh, lustful, unplanned. The second one had been quick, almost chaste. This one was slow and deep, our tongues meeting and tangling, tasting. Each stroke of her tongue on mine sent an electric current straight to my cock. She tasted like fucking heaven. I was vibrating like a tuning fork. But I was going to take this slow. Now that we were here, now that we had both made it clear that we wanted each other, there was no rush. It was just her and me and the long night that stretched out before us. I couldn’t help the deep moan that rose from my chest at the thought. My cock surged forward.
She brought her arms around me and pressed her body closer, a small moan emerging from her throat too. I felt that moan in every cell of my body.
After several minutes—or weeks, I couldn’t be sure—I broke from her mouth and we both took in deep breaths of air, our eyes meeting again. Hers were heavy-lidded and shining with desire—I was sure mine were too.
I brought my lips to her ear, letting my teeth graze over her lobe, and asked her quietly, “How do you want to come the first time, Grace?” I heard her breath hitch as I continued. “Against my mouth? Around my cock? How, buttercup? It won’t be just once, so I want to know how you want it the first time.”
“Your mouth, Carson,” she breathed out, more color rising in her cheeks. I could see her body trembling slightly.
I practically growled as I grabbed the hem of her shirt and brought it up as she lifted her arms so that I could remove it. I brought it over her head and tossed it to the side. Then I turned back to her and drank her in, standing before me in her shorts and a black lace bra, her creamy breasts spilling out of the cups. She still looked a little uncertain, watching me closely, waiting to see what I was going to do next. This girl, who had planned out her whole life, step by step, was looking to me for instruction. The thought made me dizzy with something I couldn’t identify in that moment. Honor came to mind, but that seemed like a very serious word for a weekend of casual fun. But maybe it wasn’t. I didn’t know. I couldn’t think straight.
What I was sure of, was that I wanted to watch her eyes as I touched her for the first time, but the sight of my hands on her skin had me mesmerized, and I couldn’t look away as I traced the outline of her bra cups with one finger, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. She drew in a gulp of air and pressed her breasts toward me, offering me more of her. I met her eyes as I released the front clasp of her bra and then looked down as it fell aside to reveal the perfect breasts beneath, pink, pearly nipples already hardened and begging for my mouth. I traced the underside of them, watching the twin buds pucker even more. “You’re beautiful,” I said. And the way she was looking at me… with sexual need, yes, but also with trust. No one had ever looked at me that way. Not just in bed, but in general. It made my heart skip a beat. It made me feel suddenly unsure in a way I couldn’t describe. Are you trustworthy?
Get it together. She’s counting on you to keep control.
As I lowered my head and licked one nipple lightly, tasting it and flicking it with my tongue, Grace let out a long moan and let her head fall back. I cupped the underside of each breast, feeling the perfect weight of them in my hands. Then I brought my mouth to the other nipple as she raised her hands and ran them through my hair. “Ah!” she cried out. “Carson.”
My name on her lips. Oh, God I liked that.
I lifted my head. “What is it, buttercup?”
“No! Don’t stop. Please. It’s so good. I feel like I could come just from that alone. God.”
I smiled as I moved back slightly and unbuttoned her shorts and let them fall to the floor. She kicked her heels off and kicked her shorts aside. I sucked in a breath. “Jesus, you weren’t wearing panties?”