Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
I want this to be perfect for her. I want it to be a memory she'll cherish, a moment that will erase all her fears, all her doubts. More selfishly, I want her to be addicted to this, to me, to the way I make her feel.
My lips make a map of her body, the hollow of her throat, the place behind her ear that makes her shiver, the slopes of her breasts and each of her nipples, using my teeth and tongue until she’s gasping and grinding herself against me.
“Does that feel good, sweetheart?”
“Better than good,” she pants, eyes rolling back when I drag my rough stubbled cheek over one nipple, “But I need, I need—“
“I know what you need, Elowen. Patience.”
She huffs, adorably annoyed. When my mouth reaches the curve of her belly, I consider eating her out again, remembering just how sweet she tasted last night, but my girl needs something more than just fingers and tongue right now
There will be time for me to feast on her again later. I’ll make sure of it.
I position myself between her spread legs, pulling my boxers down and throwing them aside. It’s the first time she’s seen my cock bare, and she pushes herself up on her elbows to watch me with wide eyes. I fist my cock in my hand and stroke myself a few times. Not entirely performative. A small bubble of pre-cum moistens the head.
“You’re…wow.” She breathes.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You can take me. I know you can.” She’s made for me, I know it.
For a second it looks like she wants to argue, but then she swallows and nods once. “Okay… trust you.”
She lays her head and reaches both arms up to settle the pillow. Her breasts rise and tighten, tweaking my arousal even more. I move forward over her, one hand stroking her already-wet pussy and preparing her while the other spreads her legs.
"Okay?" I ask, my voice strained. Elowen arches up, hands fisting in the sheets as I splay her folded lips apart with my fingers. Opening her and circling her clit with my thumb.
“More than okay,” she breathes, and I grin. She wants this, badly. I feel her wetness
Positioning myself at her entrance, I lean forward more, one hand on the mattress next to her beautiful face. “Breathe through it, Elowen. Relax. Just enjoy. This is for you, all for you. I’m going to make you feel so good.”
Her hands grip the muscles of my biceps as I press forward, filling her little by little. She’s impossibly tight and hot, and it’s so fucking hard not to lose myself in how good it feels and fuck into her with abandon, but I force myself to stay aware of every micro expression on her sweet face, every twitch of her muscles, every tiny gasp from her lips. This has to be perfect, because she has to be mine. Forever.
I hold back, I wait, I focus on her, on her pleasure, on her needs. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I’m fully seated in her pussy, and she’s blinking up at me in awe.
Kissing her slowly, I give her time to adjust, tangling our tongues before telling her, “I’m going to move now, Elowen.”
She nods once. It’s enough.
I pull out just as carefully as I pushed in, and repeat the process, getting faster, more forceful, each time, until I’m fucking her in earnest. Elowen is gripping my arms even harder now, but her expression is suffused in pleasure, mouth open, pupils blown wide. Her gasps have become full-on moans. She fucking loves it, loves being fucked. By me.
Shifting forward even more, I coax her legs over my shoulders, hitting even deeper inside her pussy, and the way she throws her head back tells me she’s seeing stars. There’s a tell-tale tightening in my balls, and I know I’m not going to last much longer.
But I know just how to get her there first, using one hand to find her swollen clit and rub my thumb over it again and again. Her moans become almost sob-like, her nails dig into my back, her inner walls starting to flutter against my cock.
Then Elowen cries out, those muscles milking me rhythmically as she comes, a full body shudder rolling over her. I claim her mouth in a hot, messy kiss as I follow her over the edge, groaning against her lips as I spill myself inside of her with a handful of hard, frantic thrusts.
It’s so fucking good. Nothing has ever been so good.
When I’m sure we’re both spent, I roll off her, pulling her into my arms. She’s soft, sweaty, and heartbreakingly beautiful.
"That was…" she wonders drowsily.
"Yeah. Yeah, it was." I press a kiss to her damp hair. “Rest for a minute. Then we’ll check out the shower together.”