Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“Pyper,” he said with longing in his eyes, this desire so fierce I felt it.
He wanted this, same as me, just as powerfully, just as desperately.
And so I took his hand in mine, led him through the back door of my house, the lights mainly shut off, since no one was home, the staff all gone for the night, and headed upstairs. We didn’t say anything the entire way to my room, but I felt Gio intermittently squeezing my hand. Maybe his calm and cool composure wasn’t as rock-solid as he was playing off like it was? I knew mine wasn’t. I was nervous and scared, never having done this, never even thinking about this before.
Before I knew it, we were in my room, and I watched as Gio stepped forward. I closed the door behind us, caging us in, closing off the outside world. My heart was racing a mile a minute, and my mouth felt so dry. He walked around my room, and despite no lights being on, I could see the way he looked at seemingly everything, taking in my pictures, the trinkets I got from my mother every year for my birthday. I don’t know how long I stood there watching him as he moved around my room, touching my bedspread, inhaling deeply as if he wanted to take the scent into his lungs. He stopped then, turned to face me, and we stared at each other.
“I’ve always wondered what your room was like,” he said softly.
The air was so hot. Why was I burning up, beads of sweat dotting my brow? I was nervous but excited. I knew what was going to happen. I’d brought him to my room for this very reason.
“You can’t look at me like that and not expect me to lose my control,” he said low, deep… dark and arousing.
“What way?” I whispered.
He took a step forward. “Like you’re nervous but want me to touch you, kiss you so badly it’s like oxygen for your burning lungs, water for a parched throat, food for an empty belly.
I didn’t have any time to respond, not that I could have anyway. What he said was the truth. But a second later, Gio was pressed against me, his hands framing the sides of my throat, his lips back on mine. I let him kiss me like a man possessed, just let him take the control from me, because I wanted him to have it all.
“We should go slow,” he whispered against my mouth, and I moaned. That had him groaning in response. “If we don’t go slow, I’m liable to make this too fast, ending it far too soon.” He started kissing my lips again then moved to the side of my mouth before he sucked and licked at my jawline.
I let my head fall back, and a sigh escaped me. “I don’t want slow, Gio. I just want you.” I felt his body stiffen, felt his mouth still against my flesh. My words had affected him.
“God, I’m going to come if you keep saying those things, baby.”
The endearment turned me on so much I sucked in a painful breath. “We have all the time in the world for slow and easy. I want it however you’ll give it to me, Gio. I just want you,” I repeated.
He grunted and ground his hardness against my belly.
Before I knew what I was doing, I moved my hands between our bodies and tried to undo his button and fly. He made this harsh sound deep in his throat and took a step back, removing his clothes as I stood there and watched him with rapt awe. Then reality snapped into place and I too started getting undressed. I went for my shirt then my shorts. I stood there in my bra and panties, ones that were painfully plain. Gio’s gaze locked on my body before I took those off. I’d never been naked in front of anyone, and the way Gio stared at me, it was akin to how I assumed a hungry lion looked at its prey.
He had his shirt off, his shorts unbuttoned but still on. His chest was a work of art with all hard lines of muscle, shadows accenting every square inch of him.
“God,” he said and lifted his hand to run it over his mouth. I could see him looking at my breasts, down my belly, then finally between my thighs. I felt a little unsure of myself, a little scared he may not like what he saw, but his expression, the fact that he looked like his mouth was watering, told me he liked what he saw just fine.
“I’ve never done anything like this, Gio.” I licked my suddenly dry lips. “I’ve never been with a guy.” I wasn’t ashamed I was a virgin. I was proud I’d saved myself for him. And I had. I’d saved my virginity for Gio.