Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
"I want to taste you," I whisper. Actually, I'm dying to taste her, but I don't want to get this wrong. It's too goddamn important. This isn't some game. It's her. Dani. The woman I think I've been waiting to find for half my goddamn life.
She looks down at me, her cheeks flushed and her hair wild, and laughs softly. "If you don't, I might actually die."
"We can't have that." I bury my face between her legs, and she makes this strangled sound that echoes in my bones. Her taste hits my system like a wrecking ball, annihilating me. She's so damn sweet and juicy.
I start slow, a teasing flick of my tongue to get her used to me. It takes every ounce of restraint I possess not to spread her wide and devour her like a fucking beast. Everything in me screams for that, but I hold back, waiting until she's rocking impatiently against my face.
Her hands find my head, her fingers twisting up in my hair, pulling me closer.
"Why does that feel so good, Trent?" she groans, and I realize that she's never done this before.
That realization hits me like a bomb. I'm her first, the one she trusts with every part of herself.
God, I want to ruin her for anyone else.
I go harder, licking and sucking, until she's trembling and panting. She tries to stifle her moans, but fuck that. I want to hear her lose it.
She does.
Her legs clamp around my head, her thighs shaking. She comes with a gasp so sweet I damn near come all over myself. I don't let up as she convulses beneath me, licking her through it, milking every last ounce of pleasure until she goes limp beneath me.
"Damn, baby," I breathe, crawling up over her. I hover with my hands fisted on either side of her head, watching her face.
Christ, she's beautiful, all wrung out and dazed.
"Holy shit," she whispers. "That was…"
"The best?" I finish for her, grinning.
She nods, blushing. I dip my head to kiss her, soft and slow.
I expect her to need a breather, maybe even to pass out for a minute. Instead, she grabs my face and pulls me in for another kiss, this one wild and needy. She's still trembling, but her hands are all over me—chest, shoulders, biceps, the back of my neck. Every touch is electric.
Her wild eyes meet mine. "Is it weird if I want to do that again immediately?"
I laugh, the sound vibrating against her lips. "Not even a little. But you should probably hydrate first." I reach for the glass of water on the nightstand, but she shoves my hand away, pinning me with a look so fierce it could start a fire.
"I don't want water," she says. "I want you."
If I had a bucket list, this would be at the top. But I can't afford to fuck this up by being greedy.
"You should rest, Sunshine," I murmur.
"Please, Trent?" She hits me with those wide, pleading eyes. "I want to feel you. Even if it's just the tip."
I chuckle through a groan. "There is no such thing as just the tip, Dani. If you give me an inch, I'll take all nine. I'm greedy for you like that."
"Do it, then," she whispers, those blue eyes still pleading. "I…I want you to be my first."
First, hell. I intend to be her forever.
I jerk my boxers down and kneel between her legs, letting her see the effect she has on me. I'm hard, throbbing, and desperate. She stares, biting her lip, but there's no fear. Just hunger.
I ask again anyway, just to be sure. "Are you sure, baby?"
"If you stop, I might riot, Trent."
I settle over her, bracing myself on my forearms. Her gaze is soft, but there's a challenge in it, like she's daring me to ruin her all over again.
I line up, teasing her entrance with the head of my cock. She's wet, ready, and I almost lose it right there.
Slow. She deserves slow.
I push in, just the tip, and she gasps—more surprise than pain. I pause anyway, giving her time to adjust.
She looks up at me, wide-eyed and trembling.
"Holy shit," she whispers.
I can't help but grin at her. "That's just the beginning."
She moans, wrapping her legs around my waist, drawing me in closer. I sink into her inch by inch, until I'm buried in her heat, and she's shaking, nails digging into my back. If she's in any pain, I can't tell. She's moaning and squirming beneath me like she's in heaven.
I stop, anyway, letting her adjust. "You okay?"
She nods, biting her lip. "Better than okay. You feel so good."
Christ, she's going to be the death of me. Not her fudge. Her.
I kiss her, deep and slow, and start moving—gentle, shallow thrusts at first, letting her set the pace. She moans, clutching me like she doesn't plan to ever let go.