Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
“Why? Do you know how hot that is?” I lie back and close my eyes. “Thinking about you touching yourself like that, getting off.” I grab more than a handful of my dick. “It turns me on just thinking about it.”
Her voice is lower, the hint of debate heard. “I can’t, Hardy.”
Turning to look at her, I keep stroking my cock. “You can. Remember, with us, there is no judgment. No negativity. Just us. Just pleasure.” I lean over and kiss the side of her mouth while rubbing her hip. Pressing my erection against her leg, a slow gyrate begins. “You smell so good, and feel even better. Do you know how much you turn me on?”
An exhale of breath is heard from her nose before she gives in and opens her mouth for more air. “I can feel you, but when I do, I want you more than lesson three.”
I roll to my back. Putting my arms over my eyes, I release my own hard breath. “God. Me too. So much.”
“Maybe we—”
I look at her. “No.”
“Why?”
“Because the first time should matter and if we have sex right now it won’t be about you, but me.”
“I don’t care.” Now she moves to her side and rubs over my stomach and begins going lower. “I want to be with you.”
Grabbing her wrist, I stop her hand from reaching its intended destination. “I want to be with you so much. This is not just hard for me, it’s almost impossible, but I won’t treat you like every other guy out there. This is important to me. You’ve respected yourself enough to hold off. I’m just asking you to hold on a little longer.”
She lies back and as much as I hate that her hands aren’t on me, it’s not the right time, but I know when is. “What are you doing next Saturday?”
A slow smiles slides into place, just how I like her—happy. “That’s my birthday.”
“I know.”
When her eyes meet mine, she asks, “I was hoping to spend it with you. I didn’t know if you’d be able to get off work two Saturdays in a row.”
Hoarding in on her real estate, I make myself more comfortable and rest my head on her pillow. “Have you forgotten I’m the boss?”
“It’s hard to forget how bossy you are when you’re always reminding me,” she teases.
I pull her close and wrap my arm around her and spank her playfully on that fine ass of hers, then get a solid grab. Because I can.
She snuggles against me and closes her eyes. Then I whisper, “Can I take you out for your birthday, V?”
Her body is relaxed and molded to mine. You know those feelings I’ve been walking around with on my sleeve that I can’t seem to shake? Yeah, they crawl up into my chest making the beats bounce around my ribcage wildly. Holding her is just what I needed. She’s not just warming my arms. She’s setting my soul on fire.
“I’d love that. Thank you.”
I stroke her hair and kiss her head. “Thank you, sweet girl.” Closing my eyes, I whisper, “Sweet dreams.”
“Sweet dreams.”
The woman needs blackout curtains. This blinding light is ridiculous. “Fuck,” I groan, rolling away from the window. “Who the fuck is shining a spotlight in here?”
Her laugh is light and the bed shakes a little. She leans her forehead against mine and says, “That’s called the sun. I know you work nights, but this is what morning looks like.”
Grabbing a pillow, I cover my head. “Morning is overrated. Let’s go back to sleep until a more sociable time. I’m partial to two.”
She slinks under the pillow and kisses my nose. “I can’t sleep anymore. I’m going to make coffee. Can I bring you a cup?”
“What time is it?”
“Seven thirty.”
“Yes, I’d like a cup . . . in about five hours.”
Laughing again, the bed moves when she starts to leave. I grab her wrist, and then her leg, and drag her back under the covers. “Stay.”
Without protest, she shifts and wraps her arms around me. I rest my head on her chest, letting the steady beat of her heart lull me back to sleep.
The next time I open my eyes, I’m alone in bed.
Which is wrong on so many levels.
I hear Christmas music playing softly in the other room. I flip the covers off and pad across the floor ignoring the massive boner I’m sporting. He can be handled in a moment. I peek into the living room and see Virginia sitting on the floor with wrapping paper and presents all around her.
Visions of a fast forward future: fire burning in a fireplace, music playing, her sitting surrounded by toys and a plate of cookies and milk comes to mind, completely freaking me out.
Boner. Gone. Just like that.
I duck back and get dressed. After a quick visit to the bathroom, I come out to find her standing in the doorway with a pink cup of coffee outstretched. “Good morning. I thought you might like this.”