Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“Is that a yes?” I ask, batting my eyelashes.
“If it’s what you want, then yes, it is. We’re going at your pace, for as long as we need to. When it comes to you, I have all the patience in the world.”
God, I’m not sure what possessed him to hit on me that day and then help me with my panic attack instead of just walking away, but I’m pretty sure it was fate that brought us together.
Gripping onto the side of my panties, I shove them down my legs to step out of them and head toward the bathroom, unclasping my bra in the process. By the time I reach the bathroom I’m completely naked and is Clark who is only a couple steps behind me. I turn the shower on, and open the glass door, stepping into the hot spray.
I haven’t built up the courage to turn around and face Clark yet, but when he slides into the shower behind me, his hard cock bumps into my ass cheek, and I can’t help it. I’m too curious and weirdly excited not to look
Turning around, my eyes go straight to the land between his thighs, and I gulp, literally gulp, practically swallowing my tongue in the process.
I’ve felt his hard length a few times pressing against my leg or butt when we cuddled, but nothing could prepare me for seeing the actual thing. Thick and smooth, with a head that looks velvety soft. It’s bigger than I expected, but not shocking. Clark was a lady’s man for a reason before he decided to put dating and sex on the back burner.
“If it’s…” Clark starts to say and I lift my gaze from his penis, and up to his face. He looks like he wants to smile, but he also looks nervous as hell, more nervous than I am.
“Are you scared?” he asks a heartbeat later.
Swallowing, I shake my head. “No. I’m not scared. Actually, I want… if you’re okay with it and can handle it, I was wondering if I could touch you… it, touch it.” God, I hope I don’t sound like a fool. I’m so far out of my element right now. I don’t know how to be sexy, or how to say things without them sounding weird.
A huge grin spread across his face. “Oh, I’m okay with you touching it. More than okay.”
Hesitantly, I reach over and wrap my fingers around his length a satisfied groan fills the shower at my touch. He’s just as smooth as I imagined him to be. Smooth, warm, and hard all at the same time. My thumb brushes across the head and I notice the way his body tenses at the slightest of grazes.
“I’ve thought about this moment a thousand times, envisioned it, beat off a couple times to it, but nothing compares to the real-life version, the actual feeling of your hand wrapped around me.” He hisses, and I squeeze him a little harder. I’m not sure what he likes, what I should do? I get the concept of a hand job, but this is all new to me and I need a little guidance.
As if he could read my mind, he tells me, “Tighten your hold, squeezing a little until you get the motion of stroking up and down. Don’t worry, you won’t break it.”
The bathroom starts to fill with fog, and I do as he tells me, squeezing him while stroking him up and down. My movements are slow at first, but once I get the hang of it, I increase my pace. With his hand on the shower wall, he braces himself, leaning into me as if he’s having trouble holding himself up. His body cages mine, and though I should be scared, I’m not. My pulse is pounding in my ears, the fact that I make him feel this way, make it hard, and needy, turns me on. It makes me want him more.
“Fuck, Em… you’re gonna make me come.” His voice is raw and gravely, filled with pent up lust and need. His hot breath fans against my neck and I shiver, my nipples turning to hard peaks.
“Come, please, I want you to come…”
“Fuck, keep going, faster…” He grunts, thrusting his hips into my hand, and I do. I stroke him faster, harder, needing him to come as if it’s my own orgasm. As if his pleasure is mine.
“Yes, fuck...yes...I’m coming,” Clark pants, and a moment later his entire body tenses, his warm cum shoots out and lands on my leg. My eyes dart down to his length in my hand, the sight of his sticky release on my skin, and beading against the head of his penis does something to me. It’s mesmerizing, intoxicating, and I feel the need to make him come all over again.