Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 75983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Accordingly, I had to plot the color coding of my next fundraising spreadsheet when he licked at the precome, delicate swipes of his pink tongue. Eyes sparkling merrily, he planted kisses on either side of my cock next, making my hip bones tingle. He scooted lower, tracing the crease between my hip and thigh, tongue gliding across my balls.
“Oh wow.” I managed another gasp.
“I’ve hardly done anything yet,” he chided.
“I like it all.”
“I know.” Laughing, he kissed me there again, more deliberately this time. “You’re amazingly easy to please.”
He dipped his head even lower, pushing my legs back. I wanted to object that I lacked his flexibility, but I lost the ability to do anything other than make incoherent noises while he teased me with his tongue.
“Good?” He nipped at my thigh, giving me a momentary break from sensory overload.
“Very good.” I sucked in a breath as he traced my rim with his index finger. “I like your touch better than mine already.”
“That’s a pretty low bar.” He shook his head, silky blond strands dragging against my skin. “Let’s see if we can raise it.”
“You’re certainly raising something,” I joked as he reached for the lube.
After slicking his fingers, he returned to teasing my rim. His explorations had a cautious vibe, unlike his usually rather aggressive kissing and touching. I much preferred him assertive, so I rocked upward to meet his fingers, trying to convey how much I liked this. However, I didn’t need to exaggerate my moan as he pressed in. A low, needy groan rumbled out of me.
“You weren’t kidding about liking this sort of play.” Raising his head toward me, some of his confidence returned to his voice.
“Trust me.” Our gazes met, and something deeper passed between us, an understanding of sorts.
“I do.” In that moment, I didn’t need him inside me to feel utterly connected with Alexander, with who he was and his beautiful, tightly guarded heart.
Alexander visibly relaxed, tension leaving his shoulders and heat rising in his eyes as he worked me open. His long fingers easily found the spot that required some serious contortions from me, and my moans took on a more desperate quality.
“Oh. Wow. Now.” I could no longer string together a sentence, but my voice conveyed my urgency as I pushed at his shoulder. “Now. Please. Want you.”
“I suppose that can be arranged.” Alexander wiped his fingers on my towel before shimmying out of his briefs and taking care of the condom and more lube.
“Should I flip?” I asked breathlessly.
“No. I want to see your face.” His expression was unexpectedly tender as he moved between my legs.
I wasn’t nearly as bendy as Alexander, but I pulled my legs up and back to help make the position work. He pushed in with excruciating slowness, far more gradually than I’d gone with fingers or toys, but I wasn’t going to complain about the additional time to adjust. He was warmer than any toy with a weighty sort of pressure that was new. Good, but new, and I took a few long breaths as he slid deeper.
“There.” All the oxygen I’d gulped down rushed back out of me as Alexander connected with that spot deep inside. Stars glittered at the edges of my vision. I reached for his hand, the pleasure almost overwhelming. “Alexander.”
“Yes.” His gaze was intent, brimming with layers of emotion. Concern. Pride. Care. Lust. For once, he let them all play out for me to see, no hiding behind indifference. I’d wanted to know what this would feel like physically, but I’d been unprepared for the emotional connection.
My chest went tight, and my eyes burned, but I refused to look away, savoring each sensation.
“Think you can come this way?” Alexander reached for my cock, which had flagged slightly during the initial penetration, only to come roaring back to life when he’d found the right angle to hit my spot.
“Oh yes.” Hands-free likely wasn’t happening, but his firm grip and slippery strokes had me panting within seconds.
“Good. God, you’re hot.” Alexander’s praise hit deeper than idle sex talk. Maybe to the rest of the world I was too nerdy, too short, too skinny, too something, but to Alexander, I was hot. For the first time in my life, I felt sexy and powerful. I arched toward him, need and seduction mingling. He leaned forward for a lingering kiss, his hand getting me ever closer. “Tell me what you need.”
“More.” A better question was how not to come too quickly, but Alexander seemed hell-bent on fast. I wasn’t about to complain as my body was leaping toward orgasm regardless. He sped up his hand and thrusts, keeping the same controlled rhythm. I wanted to see him snap, wanted him as desperate as me. “Harder. Don’t stop.”
He moaned as I surged upward to meet each thrust, and I held his gaze, waiting for his pleasure as much as mine. My climax was simply a matter of when, but Alexander’s rolled in like a slow-moving storm, gradually gaining in intensity until he grimaced, head falling back.