Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
This is when I start frowning too. Because I’m not sure how much more I can take without bursting into tears. Something I do not want to happen. Please leave the tatters of my pride.
Which is when he takes my head in his hands and presses his mouth against mine. Then kisses me. His lips are firm and warm and oh so insistent. Like nothing else matters. His tongue teases my upper lip, and I open for him. Of course I do. He tastes of the wine we’ve been drinking. My body comes alive as my brain spins in dizzy circles. Having his tongue in my mouth and him holding me tight is heaven. All of the heat of him pressed up against me. It’s not what I was expecting, but it’s exactly what I need.
His pupils are blown, his eyes dark as night, when he pulls back. He licks his lips and smiles at me with hunger enough to make my knees weak. No one’s ever looked at me the way he does. And his hands grasp me firmly—like he’s worried I might try to slip away. Of which there is not a single fucking chance. Not in this lifetime.
“This is what I am talking about,” he says.
“Huh.” I think the situation over for all of a second. “Guess you have to get back to the party.”
“Not if you don’t want me to.”
“I really don’t want you to.”
“Okay.”
Such a simple thing to reach past him and lock the door. To take him by the hand and lead him upstairs to my bedroom. It’s all shadows and moonlight up there. The perfect setting for what I have in mind. His cologne smells of sage and salt and it goes straight to my head. I want his scent on my skin and on my sheets. To be able to walk into this room and know he’s been here.
“Look at me, Sid.” He stops at the foot of the bed. “We can do as little or as much as you want. I’m in no rush. Just happy to be here.”
It’s a sweet sentiment. But I slip my feet out of my sandals and pull my top over my head. I can feel his gaze on my lace bra. My fingers are fumbling with the button and zipper of my jeans when he falls to his knees. He pushes the denim down and helps me step out of them. Then his big hands grasp my ass and draw me close. He nuzzles my belly button and the waist of my briefs. Seems I am not alone with the weird wanting-to-smell-him thing. Because his face is pressed against me and he’s breathing in deep. A hand eases between my thighs. Fingertips brushing lightly back and forth over the soaked crotch of my panties.
The man is such a fucking tease. Shame on him.
Being this turned on is burning me up inside. Both my heart and my lungs are working hard. To finally be able to touch him is amazing. I am obsessed with the thick strands of his hair and the smooth skin of his face. His wide shoulders and strong neck. Never before have I been as fascinated by someone’s body. I want to climb all over him, to touch and taste. To learn him as well as I know myself.
As he rises to his feet, he grabs the back of his tee and drags it off over his head. So much beautiful bare skin. I kind of regret not turning on the light. He toes off his shoes and pulls off his socks and thank fuck we’re finally down to his pants. His black jeans are soon tossed aside and this is like every birthday present at once. My hands in his hair and his mouth on mine. The hard length of his dick pressing against my belly.
He easily has my bra unhooked, straps sliding down my shoulders. Talk about skills. There’s the slight sting of his stubble on my neck. Then the nip of his sharp teeth making me gasp. The way he has me aching and wanting. More and more and more.
“Tell me what you want,” he says.
“I want you in me.”
“We can do that.”
“Now.”
His smile is all sharp teeth.
Weird time to be thinking of my grandma. But I do want to thank her for training me to always have protection on hand. No matter how improbable an encounter might be. And it’s been a long ten years. I crawl across the mattress reaching for the bedside table. And he follows, dragging his tongue up the back of my thigh, sending frissons of pleasure up my spine. Then his fingers hook in the sides of my underwear and start dragging them down. He lightly bites my ass cheek and whoa.
Giving up having sex with other people never seemed like a big deal. Sex was nice, but I didn’t need it. Having someone so close to me didn’t necessarily appeal. But no one told me it could be like this. What have I been missing all these years?