Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
I broke the kiss and met his eyes. “I know,” I said, but even I could hear the lack of confidence in my voice. The taste of Flynn’s release lingered in my mouth, proof that the last several minutes really had happened, but between my emotional relief and the strained physical needs of my body, I was certain I was just moments away from having a panic attack myself.
I’d spent the last couple of weeks carefully laying out a plan to prepare not only Flynn but myself for the events of tonight. All the pictures, telephone calls, and video chats had been meant to subtly see how far I could push Flynn and what his physical reactions would be. As much as I’d loved each encounter, they’d been fraught with fear and anxiety. Sending Flynn pictures of clothing or doing the teasing videos that had been meant to heighten his sexual needs had been relatively easy, though I’d spent most of those times hard as a rock or fighting off the fear that my approach to proving to myself and Flynn that he could mentally handle his physical responses was causing more harm than good.
Looking at Flynn now as he studied me was proof that it had all been worth it.
So then why was I on the verge of losing it? That most definitely wasn’t part of the plan.
“Talk to me, Jules,” Flynn said softly. One of his hands was trailing up and down my spine while the other cradled my face.
“I’m fine,” I croaked, then gave a forced smile. “Just overly emotional.”
A split second later, I found myself on my back with Flynn on top of me. He used his right arm to support my body as he maneuvered our bodies so that my head was resting on a pillow at the head of the bed.
“New rule number one: we always tell each other the truth,” Flynn said softly.
I nodded because I knew that he was right. It still didn’t make it easier to deal with the tangled knot of emotions running through me. This wasn’t how the rest of the night was supposed to go, especially when Flynn’s responses had been exactly what I’d hoping. True, he’d had a brief moment when he’d tensed up, but we’d worked through it together and after that, he’d been fine.
Perfect, actually.
Even though I’d been the one performing oral sex with the only goal of making Flynn come, my own physical desires had heightened with every one of Flynn’s responses. By the time he’d shot copious amounts of semen down my throat, I’d been on the verge of coming myself. Admittedly, deep throating a man of Flynn’s length and girth hadn’t been easy, but I’d happily pushed my own abilities to new limits each time he had made a sound of pleasure or his body had instinctively taken control of the encounter. By the time he'd started fucking my mouth with the only purpose of getting off, I’d been able to forget to worry about any impending panic attacks and I’d focused only on giving Flynn every ounce of pleasure he deserved.
Unfortunately, all the shit I’d packed away was hitting me now.
“It’s nothing, Flynn. I’m just… I’m…”
Falling apart.
When I went silent, Flynn began to caress my cheek. His eyes scanned my face like he was searching for something. When his thumb moved from my cheekbone to a spot beneath one of my eyes, I knew he saw what I’d tried to use extra concealer to hide.
“I probably look a mess,” I said nervously, because I didn’t want to talk about what he was bound to want to talk about.
Flynn didn’t say anything. He just kept running his finger over the same spot. His other hand skimmed over my shoulder and down my side. When he seemed to be finished with silently interrogating me, he bent one arm so his elbow was supporting most of his upper body weight.
“I would say I’m glad to find out that I wasn’t the only one who suffered after you hit that end button on your phone, but I figured you’d do what I did.”
“What did you do?” I asked as I fought the tears that wanted to escape my pained eyes.
“I made best friends with my right hand and learned to hold my phone in my left hand while I was getting busy.”
I couldn’t help but smile.
“Did you touch yourself?” Flynn asked out of nowhere.
“Flynn!” I said in disbelief.
“Babe, you just spent the last several minutes sucking my cock like someone trying to finish off a melting Popsicle on a hot day. I think it’s okay if you tell me all about the naughty things you did to yourself after you finished torturing me every night for the past two weeks.”
“God,” I said with a roll of my eyes.