Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
“Yes,” I said. “I’m absolutely sure.”
And I was. All hesitation was gone. All fear. I was just excited. My only hesitation was my apartment. After visiting the vineyard, I was feeling a little insecure about my home. It was probably very different than anything Alex had ever known.
But once we stepped inside, I didn’t have the time to worry about what he was thinking or feel bad about how tiny the apartment was. As soon as the door closed, he was on me immediately.
I kissed him back just as hard as he kissed me. I forgot how good it felt to throw myself into passion, and as soon as our tongues were tied together, I knew I wasn’t going to be stopping for anything. Not until we were both satisfied.
He pressed me down onto the couch, and I lay back as he climbed between my legs. I curled one around him and felt the bulge in his slacks pushing against my core. I was hot and wet and ready for him. If I had my way, I would tear his clothes off and guide his cock into me immediately. But apparently, he had other, slower plans.
Alex broke our kiss and sat up on one knee on the couch, pulling at the buttons on his shirt. I sat up and helped him open them up, revealing a thin, cotton A-shirt underneath, molding over the shockingly rippling muscles of his stomach. I knew he was in good shape already, but this was ridiculous. If I had abs like that, I would never wear a shirt.
Secretly, I hoped he never would again around me.
The hunger was intense in me for his skin, and I pulled on the shirt, untucking it from his pants, and I pressed my lips to his stomach. He took the shirt off and tossed it unceremoniously on the floor by the couch as I moved up his chest, letting my tongue slide through the muscles and my fingers dig into his skin.
“Your turn,” he grumbled, and I felt my knees weaken at how deep and commanding his voice was. He could tell me to do anything in that voice, and I would do it.
I pulled at the blouse, and it came easily up and off me with his help. His eyes trailed down my chest to my breasts, and he licked his lips as I unhooked the bra from the front. As soon as I tossed it aside, he pushed me down again, kissing me on the lips, then the chin, then the neck. He slid his tongue down the front of my neck slowly, then the center of my chest. I kept my eyes closed and focused on how intense the sensation was when his strong, wet tongue flicked and then suckled on my nipple.
I cried out as his other hand grasped my other breast and squirmed my hips against his rock-hard stomach. Suddenly, I felt the waistband of my skirt loosen, and I realized he’d unbuttoned it with his free hand. I arched my ass up, and he slid it off me, leaving my chest wet with the remnants of his attention and my breath rising and falling rapidly.
“Want to move to the bed?” I purred. He nodded eagerly and stood, holding his hand out to help me up. I watched his eyes as they focused on my neck, then chest as my tits bounced when I stood. I reveled in that attention.
I walked ahead of him, hooking my thumbs in the black, lacy panties and dropping them as I walked. He groaned behind me as my ass was exposed, and I could hear him unzipping his pants too. When I jumped onto the bed and turned around, sitting with my legs off the edge, he was in only his boxers, his shoes and socks dropped around where his pants were.
The bulge was huge, and I marveled at it, salivating to see it unobstructed. He came close to me, and I pulled on the last of his clothes until they fell, and his massive, throbbing cock sprung out at me. I was overcome with need, a desire to taste him, to pleasure him. My hand wrapped around the base of him, and I slid him into my mouth, relishing the feeling of my tongue on the ridges of his staff.
He moaned loudly above me, and the sound encouraged me to take him deeper. It was impossible to fit him fully in my mouth, but I tried to let him deep into my throat until I felt like I would choke. As I pulled him out, I stroked him. I looked up at him and saw he was watching, his eyes hard and focused and his mouth locked open as I pleasured him.
I slid off the bed and to my knees, sucking him, bobbing back and forth and trying to take him as deep as I could. The sweet, sticky fluid at the head was swirled on my tongue, and I made him as wet as I knew my core was.