Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
No, it couldn’t be. The idea turned me on, but that was all it was. It carried serious, life-changing consequences I wasn’t ready for. So, I made more of an effort to be quiet. To be the good girl he’d told me to be.
I could feel his erection at my back. The hard bulge pressed against the base of my spine, and I wanted him to experience at least a fraction of the pleasure he was giving me, so I reached behind myself and wedged my free hand between our bodies.
He seemed to know my intention and shifted to prevent my touch. “No,” he whispered. “You focus on those fingers inside you—and being quiet when I make you come.”
I shuddered and the muscles inside me clenched instinctively, which only made the sensation better. It was all too much. Not just the physical satisfaction, but the visual too. I’d been too shy to glance at us in the mirror at first, and now there was nowhere else to look.
I watched how his fingers, wet with my arousal, pumped in and out of me at a hurried pace. I saw the way my legs were spread wide, and how my fingers rubbed my clit, giving me sparks of bliss, all while he had his palm clamped over my mouth and his face right beside mine. His gaze was locked onto me, delivering a look so intense, how could I not shatter beneath it?
The panties trapped inside my mouth were soaked from my saliva, and as I came, I gnashed my teeth on them, squeezing until my jaw ached. The pleasure detonated and sent shockwaves of ecstasy radiating outward. It made me boneless, and I became a quivering mess in his hands.
My long, deep moan tried to escape from beneath his hand, but he wouldn’t let it. His grip tightened, pressing harder on my lips and reminding me of the danger of being too loud.
My climax was much longer and more intense than anything else I’d ever had on this bed, and as it began to drain away, I wondered if he’d ruin orgasms for me. What if the ones I gave myself were never as satisfying as the ones he gave me? He was already two-for-two in that department, and I didn’t want to get addicted.
My heart was still pounding, and my breath came and went in short bursts, but he seemed to sense the fireworks were over. His fingers retreated from my body, and as his hand fell away from my mouth, he pulled the panties out and dropped them to the carpet in a crumpled, damp-stained heap.
Even though I was weak with aftershocks from my orgasm, I somehow found the strength to turn my body toward him. I closed my knees and hitched them up over his legs so I was sideways to him, making it much easier for me to kiss him.
He welcomed it, too. All the passion we had with our previous kisses was there, but this one was decidedly more sexual. When his tongue slid against mine, I felt it everywhere. Heat pulsed in my center, reviving the ache he’d temporarily satisfied.
He felt that same ache.
The front of his shorts was tented, and I set a hand on his erection, smoothing my palm down the bulge. It made him groan and kiss me harder.
But it was awkward trying to touch him in this position, and after I fumbled my way through several strokes like that, I decided to move. I slid down off him and the edge of the bed, until I was on my knees in front of him. As I peered up at him and settled into my new position, I tugged the strap of my dress back up onto my shoulder, covering myself.
His chest rose with a deep breath as he studied me. It was like he was weighing the pros and cons of what I was getting ready to do, and he looked so incredibly conflicted. He didn’t have much to lose. My parents disliked him, and so if they caught us in a compromising situation, the worst they could do was throw him out.
Maybe they’d call his dad and tell him, but that was doubtful, and Dr. Lowe probably wouldn’t care anyway. His son was an adult. Plus, Dr. Lowe was dating Preston’s ex, so it was unlikely he’d punish his son for anything these days.
No, I was the one who had everything to lose tonight.
If my parents caught us, I wouldn’t just get kicked out. I’d get cut off, meaning I’d lose out on a place to live, my future, and probably any chance of my parents reconciling with my brother.
And yet, I couldn’t stop myself from making the wrong decision. My hands walked up his thighs.
I’d held back everything I’d wanted to do for too long. I’d been good and walled it off, but time added weight and stress fractures, and then my parents’ betrayal caused catastrophic failure. Now all my desires and the bad things I’d wanted for years came tumbling out, and I was powerless to control them or myself.