Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82514 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82514 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
I found a rhythm with my mouth and hand and picked up the pace, listening to his heavy pants match the quick rise and fall of his chest. “Hanna. God. Hanna. I don’t want to come in your mouth. Stop, baby. I’m gonna come. Please.”
I pulled off with a few more licks, and his head finally sank back on his shoulders.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. He tipped his head back up, and I was sure I melted on the spot when his tongue slicked across his lips before they tipped on one side. “I’m not as young as I once was and need recovery time between. If I come in that pretty mouth, I may not be able to fulfill my part of the night.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” He huffed a laugh and moved his thumb to brush along my lips. “Oh. Now, hop up. It’s my turn.”
He helped me up, standing with me. His hard length brushed my hip, but his attention was focused on skimming his lips from my shoulder, up my neck, to my ear. “I need to see you.”
His fingers played with the straps of my dress, and I knew once it dropped, I’d be in nothing but my scrap of lace panties.
“Wait.” He pulled his hands back, and I shoved his shirt from his shoulders. “Okay. Now we’re closer to even.”
“I can take it all off now if you’d like?” He offered with a smirk, his hands drifting to his already loose pants.
“I’m ready now.”
His lips pressed to my neck again, and his fingers deftly flicked the straps off my shoulders, tugging to pull the material past my breasts and over my hips for it to pool at my feet. My body shuddered under his fingertips skimming up my abdomen to cup my breasts.
“You have the most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen. Full and high. I love the way they spill out of my hands. And these nipples.” His thumbs brushed my nipples at the same time he nipped at my neck.
“Daniel.”
“Whatever you need, Hanna. Ask for it.”
“I—I want to get on the bed now.”
He turned me and eased me back against the white fluffy comforter. In the flickering light, with the stars in the open sky behind him, he dropped his pants and stood before me like a Greek god, all lines and definition. Then it was his turn to drop to his knees. His lips pressed to my knee, and I stared at his blond head as he worked his mouth up my thigh until he spread my legs around his broad shoulders to make room for his full lips to reach my core. He stared up at me when his tongue slid through my slit, stopping to circle my clit.
Fisting the sheets, I struggled to hold still as he did it again and again. Soon he added fingers, dropping his gaze to bury his head against my core and make love to me with his mouth.
In no time at all, my heels dug into the mattress, and I pressed my hips up, desperate for more friction as my orgasm rippled through me.
Daniel worked his mouth up my body, stopping to tongue my breasts, situating his hips between my spread thighs.
“Good, baby?” he asked against my neck.
Was I good? My body still trembled against the sheets, my core still pulsing from the soft orgasm, my mind floating in a fog, trying to ignore the dark corners that reached for me.
“I’m nervous that I’ll panic. I’m not nervous about panicking. Just nervous that I will and completely ruin this. Does that make sense?”
“Yeah, and nothing will ruin this. There is no right and wrong, Hanna. Use your words, and we can stop at any point.” Even in the dim light of the room, I could still find his eyes and feel the security that I was safe. “Is this okay? Or do you want to be on top to keep the pace?” He held himself above me, not letting any part of him touch me, his arms flexing on either side of my head.
Before he even finished, I shook my head. “No. I don’t know what I’m doing. I—” The words caught in my throat, and I looked away, watching my fingers play along the ridges of his ribs. “I know I’ve done this a lot before. It’s not like it’s my first t—”
“No,” he interrupted so gruffly, my eyes snapped to his. Where there was once tenderness, now lay a fire. Even still, I wasn’t scared. “Nothing without your consent counts. This is your choice. This is the first time you are choosing to give your body to someone, and that is all that matters. Hanna, this is your first time.”
My eyes glossed over, and again I was reduced to nodding. One tear leaked free, and he brushed it away with his lips.