Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Christian looked back at Holly. She was his undoing. She was who he saw when he masturbated for the first time. Each time he’d close his eyes at night, Holly was there. They would laugh, play, and caress each other. For too many summers to count, he’d vowed to kiss her, to ask her to be his girlfriend. His friends had all told him what sex was like, and he wanted to experience that with Holly. Only Holly. And then Skye came along.
He shook his head and focused on the gorgeous dream come true who rode his cock. From the moment she sank down on his dick, he knew she was made for him. They fit together. Her pussy welcomed him with glee, and he swore she sighed when she wrapped her tight lips around his shaft. Christian was right where he wanted to be, and where he intended to stay. He would do whatever he had to do, to be the man Holly deserved.
The faster his hips moved, the more she encouraged him. The “oh yesses”, “oh my Gods”, and “fuck, I’m coming” goaded him to the finish line faster than he wanted to be. He pumped once, twice, and then a third time before everything left his body. He sighed heavily and then leaned forward to cover her body with his as best he could. They kissed while their hot, sweaty bodies pressed together. Christian trailed kisses down her neck, over her breasts, and toward her stomach until he slipped out of her. He sat on the ground, spent.
Holly stood and went to the private bathroom in their sleeper car. He watched her naked form brush past him and surmised that she had a great ass. Christian needed some time with her, in an actual bed, where he could memorize every inch of her tanned skin. She wasn’t winter pale like the rest of them who lived in the north. Holly had taken advantage of everything Miami offered, and the glow of her skin was clear. It also didn’t go unnoticed by Christian that Holly lacked tan lines. He wondered where she sunbathed because he wanted to be right next to her when she did.
The toilet flushed, and the faucet came on. Christian carefully removed the condom from his dick and wrapped it in a wad of tissues before tossing it into the trash can. He then took another handful of tissues and cleaned himself.
It took Holly a little longer to return than he thought it would, and instead of dressing, he pulled the sleeper sofa out and crawled into the bed. He was tired. Exhausted even. He needed a nap, and there was nothing better than taking one after you’ve just had sex. Christian laid on his side and waited for Holly. When she emerged from the bathroom, she smiled.
“What are you doing?”
“We’re sleeping.” He held the covers up and looked at the empty spot next to him.
“Shouldn’t we get dressed?”
“For what?”
She shrugged and reached for the bunk above them to steady herself. “What if something happens and we need to escape? We won’t have time to get dressed.”
Holly had a point.
“Tell you what, give me a few minutes like this, and then we’ll get dressed.”
Holly relented and crawled into bed next to him. Christian covered her body with his as she laid her head on the shared pillow. He did the same and fought the urge to kiss her. He needed to be good, otherwise they were going to find themselves in a predicament, and he was certain they didn’t sell condoms on the train.
She put one arm under her head and the other between them. Christian did the same and covered her hand with his. His fingers played with hers, and he brought her hand to his mouth and kissed each finger.
“Not too bad for our first time,” he said with a smile.
“Definitely not.” She gave him a little chuckle. “Although, in all my fantasies, we were never on a train, and I definitely never gave you a hand job on an airplane.”
“You know that was single-handedly the hottest thing to ever happened to me. The entire time, I wondered if I could get you to the bathroom or not because I wanted to be inside of you.”
“So, if the plane is the Mile High Club, what do we call this?”
Christian laughed. “I have no freaking idea. Getting railed on the rails club?”
“Oh, God.”
“Never say that statement again unless I’m buried inside you or fucking you with my tongue,” he told her. “Those two words coming from your mouth mean something entirely different to me than they do to you and my dick can’t take it.”
“Is that so?”
Holly reached between them and ran her palm down his shaft. It came to life at her touch and Christian groaned. “Holly.” His tone warned her she would be playing with fire if she continued. “I only had one condom.”