Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Naked, we got onto the bed with the sheets kicked to the very bottom. My head was on a soft pillow, and he immediately pulled the strands of my hair away from my face so he could see me perfectly.
I was all bare skin, my nipples hard and pointed straight at his chest. There were bumps over my arms and legs because I was nervous, even though I had no reason to be. This was Damien…the man I’ve been in love with since the first time we kissed. Being with him was right, so there was no reason to be uneasy. I was just so excited, so aroused by this moment that my body could barely contain it.
There were no kisses. No whispers. We both breathed deep and hard as we looked into each other’s gazes. It was the sound of two people at maximum exertion, except we weren’t moving at all. We were both on the precipice of the most important moment in our lives, and it made us both lethargic.
Damien knew exactly how he would take me, part my thighs with his so he could have me in the position he’d already fantasized about. His warm dick immediately came into contact with my clit, and that simple touch was enough to make me shiver. He lay over me more fully, his shoulders and chest blocking my view of the ceiling. He dominated me, cast me in shadow, and stared down at me like he couldn’t wait to possess me. He was calm and ready, and his heavy breathing was just a byproduct of his excitement.
My hands immediately flattened against those pecs, preparing for the enjoyment I was about to feel. I was bracing myself for impact, prepared to get whiplashed harder than ever before. My heart pounded so forcefully I swore he could hear the beat. My breathing couldn’t be controlled, no matter how much I tried. My desire was almost shameful. I’d never wanted another man this much, and it was a bit humiliating that I could be this aroused by someone, this excited, this out of control.
Instead of kissing me, he continued to stare at me. This was a moment for our souls to touch, not our bodies to come together with a deep kiss. It was meaningful, as if it was our first time together ever.
He tilted his hips and pressed down on his hard shaft so his swollen head could slide into my soaked opening. It was tight in the beginning, but once he got his fat crown past my lips, he was able to sink in slowly.
Deep. Deeper. And so deep he would never come out again.
I closed my eyes and clawed at his skin because he felt exactly as I remembered. He filled me horizontally as well as vertically, exciting my nerves and bringing me pleasure, which was also mixed with a little pain. It felt so good, so different from any other man I’d been with. It was like our bodies were made to combine just like this.
Damien watched my performance, watched every subtle expression I made in reaction. He could read my pleasure like words appeared on my face, could sense when he was in too deep by seeing my watery eyes. When he was at the perfect spot, he stilled. “Annabella.”
My arms moved around his neck, and I brought head face close to mine. “Oh god…” I breathed into his face as I got used to his thick size inside me, and I felt my body stretch to accommodate him. I was squeezing him so tight, and it took a long time for me to let go, for my pussy to relax around his throbbing dick.
With his forehead against mine, he started to thrust slowly, to slide in and out of me with strokes that were smooth. He didn’t shake me or make my tits move up and down the way they used to when he pounded into me. He took me gentler than he ever had before, like it was the first time I’d ever been with a man at all.
My hand went to his back, and my nails clawed deep into his skin. My ankles wrapped around his waist and locked together so he couldn’t escape, so he had to stay inside me until we were both finished.
He pushed into me after every thrust, rubbing my clit just the way I liked. My breathing grew louder, and I pressed on his back every time he was inside me, like I wanted just a little bit more even though it hurt when he came too close to my cervix.
“Damien…I love you.” I moaned when I felt another thrust deep inside me, when I felt how much he desired me with his impressive hardness. I’d wanted to tell this man I loved him so many times, but I never could. When we were naked in my bed, I’d felt it then, felt it any time we were together. Now I actually got to say the words, say them as much as I wanted without repercussion.