Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 48146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
I cupped his jaw. “You can tell me. Maybe I want the same thing.”
“To be connected in a different way?” he asked tentatively. “I want to feel you…inside me.”
My voice was hoarse when I admitted, “Me too. But I don’t know how…”
“I can guide you if you want.”
I nodded, my pulse erratic, my breaths harsh.
“Grab a condom and the lube from my desk drawer.”
I did as he asked, my fingers fumbling as I set the supplies on the bed, then settled near his legs. He was fisting the base of his cock, and I was mesmerized by how natural this felt, even if I was on pins and needles with anticipation.
“I want you…bad,” he said with hooded eyes. “But you need to open me up with the lube and your fingers first.”
I wasn’t completely clueless. I’d done a little research and watched a couple of videos that were totally hot. But putting what I saw into action felt surreal.
I grabbed the lube and nearly made a mess as it oozed out of the bottle. Goddamn it.
“If this part is too much, I can do it myself while you watch,” he offered.
“No way. I need it to be me.” Emil’s eyes softened, and I bent down to kiss him because I couldn’t help myself. “Just don’t wanna hurt you.”
“You won’t. I’ll let you know if I’m uncomfortable.”
“Okay, deal.” I tried to remember exactly how it all went down in the videos. “So…how should we do this?”
“I can get on all fours. That might be the easiest way.”
When he made the motion to turn over, I gripped his thigh. “Wait. I wanna be able to see you.”
“You’ll obviously see me,” he mused. “Even more that way.”
“But I won’t be able to see your eyes.”
Emil made a sound in the back of his throat. “Do you even realize how romantic you can be?”
I hitched a shoulder. “Never wanted any of this before. But I want it with you.”
We kissed for a couple of sweet minutes, and I reveled in the fact that I didn’t have to call it a hookup anymore. It had never felt that way with him anyway.
“I’ll make this a little easier for you.” When Emil lifted his knees to his shoulders, my mouth ran dry.
He was giving himself to me, and seeing his pink pucker made my dick so hard I could probably pound nails with it. “Fuck.”
“You like what you see?”
“Hell yes.”
“Good, now hurry and get your fingers inside me.”
But I didn’t rush, didn’t want to, not where he was concerned. Instead, I took my time looking and admiring. He didn’t have a lot of hair on his body, not even down there, which was such a contrast from mine.
I gently brushed my fingers and lips across the back of his thighs and around his balls while he shivered and groaned. Finally, I focused on his tight rim, circled it with my thumb, and wondered how I was even supposed to get my cock inside something so small. “So fucking hot.”
I leaned over and kissed him as I explored with my fingers, pushing the tip of a digit inside. I drew back when he gasped. “Need me to pull out?”
“Don’t you dare. Go deeper, then give me one more.”
Damn, I loved experiencing this with him, especially when he told me exactly what he wanted. He seemed to enjoy everything I’d done thus far, which made me feel on top of the world.
I watched him closely before thrusting my finger farther. I see-sawed in and out before working a second inside. I noticed how it made him tremble, depending on how I moved them. “Ah, hell, my prostate.”
“No shit?” I’d heard it was an erogenous zone but had never given it much thought. I added more lube to my fingers, slid them back inside, and watched in awe as his hole adjusted to their girth. I curled a finger and rubbed a cushioned spot inside him that made his eyes roll back. “Well, damn.”
My fingers were definitely loosening him up, but I still didn’t know how my dick would last beyond five seconds inside him.
“Mmmm, feels amazing.” His eyes were blissed out, his precome making his abdomen sticky. “Can’t wait for your dick.”
My cock flexed. “Fucking hell, I can barely hold it together as it is.”
Emil smirked before looking at me like I hung the moon.
He lowered his legs, then reached forward to stroke my aching shaft. “Want your dick now. Please.”
I wanted that too, so fucking bad.
I slid my fingers out of his body, then reached for the condom. My hands trembled as I tore open the wrapper and rolled it down my shaft.
“Don’t forget the lube,” Emil reminded me.
I slathered my cock while he lifted his knees to his shoulders again. I didn’t think I’d ever been this hard and ready for someone—even if my nerves were attempting to shred my stomach.