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)
“Don’t worry, I swallow.” With those words, Holly went under the blanket and took his already erect cock into her mouth. Christian’s eyes rolled back into his head and he let her pleasure him, the feeling of her tongue wrapping around his balls elicited a sigh he could no longer hold in. He had a feeling Holly did whatever she wanted, and if this was it, who in the hell was he to argue.
He moved the blankets away so he could watch her. Holly looked at him with hunger in her eyes before taking him deeper. Christian couldn’t just lie there and told Holly to swing her legs over him and back that pussy of hers up to his face.
She was wet and ready for him. He cursed his lack of preparedness and then plunged his tongue deep into her pussy and teased the hell out of her clit. He pinched, sucked, flicked and lapped like it was his fucking job and when she begged for more, Christian drove three fingers to her soaking core, hitting her G-spot. Holly cried out and pumped him harder. She gave him the most intense blow job he had ever felt. His balls tightened, and he warned her it was now or never. Holly took him deeper and gagged on his thick manhood. That was enough to cause his undoing. His hips thrusted toward her, pumping his hot seed into her mouth, while his arm held her to his face. She came, and he soaked up every bit of the juices she offered him.
They lay there, spent and panting. It was a long time before either of them moved. Christian staggered to the bathroom. He cleaned up and brought a warm bundle of napkins back for Holly. He wanted to help, but she shied away.
“What’s wrong?” he asked her. “Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head, sat up, and reached for the towels. “No, just sensitive. I didn’t want to scare you by twitching if you touched me.”
“I appreciate you worrying about me.”
They slowly dressed and then laid on top of the blankets. There wasn’t much either of them could do about the wet spots, and neither cared to lie in them.
“We’ll be in the city soon. We can go to my apartment.” Christian offered. “I can drive us to North Pole from there.”
“That’s what, five and a half hours without traffic?”
Christian nodded. “Not including stopping.”
Holly ran her fingers through his hair. “I’m partial to staying on until Albany. It’s only a two-hour drive from there. I can rent a car.”
“I’m not letting you out of my sight,” he told her.
“Do you even have clothes to go north?”
He shrugged. “It’s not like there isn’t a mall in Albany or outlets in Lake George. I have a few things at my parents as well. I don’t want you to drive alone, especially if there’s a storm.”
Holly laughed and nuzzled his nose. “You just want road head.”
Christian bellowed. The thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. “You’re making this feel very one-sided. While I wouldn’t say no to a little blow job in the car, that’s not why.”
“Then why?” she asked.
“Because when I saw you sitting at the gate, I thought my second chance at happiness was right there. If either of us had half a mind back then, we’d be married with kids and heading home to our parents for Christmas instead of being single—”
“And fucking on a train.”
Christian grimaced. “Everyone fucks the first time,” he told her. “When we’re alone and have a bed, I’ll make love to you.”
“Does anyone say ‘make love’ anymore?”
“I do,” he said as he kissed the tip of her nose. “And I very much want to make love to you. I want to spend the day or night, whichever works, learning what turns you on, where your sweet spot is—you know, the one that will turn you into a puddle. I want to kiss every inch of your body and be inside of you until the sun comes up. And then, I want do it all over again, but then I’d fuck you in the shower, in the kitchen, while we’re watching TV.” Christian brushed her hair off her shoulder. “I want to enter you from behind while you look out over Central Park. You’ll see my reflection through the glass and know that once I’m done, I’m taking you to bed, where I’ll ravish you all over again.”
“You’re talking an awful lot about a future that may or may not exist for us.”
“Why wouldn’t it?” he asked. “Are you worried about the distance?”
“There’s that and the fact we’ve just reconnected. Maybe we should take things slow.”
Christian nodded. “We’ll take it slow, but now that I’ve had you, I want you forever.” He took her hand and led it to the bulge in his pants. “I’ve never responded to anyone the way I have with you. It’s like our bodies knew from the beginning that we were meant to be together, but our minds made us stubborn teens who didn’t know how to communicate.”