Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
“Fuck.” He’d managed to pull me close enough to rub against my hip. “You’re going to get me off fast again.”
“Nope.” I deftly rolled away but kept my head next to his as I traced his jaw with my fingers. He’d shaved that morning, but my tongue still tingled with the memory of the night before when his skin had been rougher. Experimentally, I licked him there, loving how he shuddered. “We did fast. I want to try slow.”
Making a frustrated noise, he pushed at my shoulder. When I didn’t budge, he tried a honey-sweet smile. “You could let me blow you. Slowly.”
Fuck. He didn’t play fair. My cock pushed against my zipper, very much into that idea. Too into it. I might not last a single swipe of his tongue. I took a shuddery breath.
“Tempting. But I want to be the one to play.” I dropped a line of kisses from his jaw to his ear before nibbling on his neck.
“Thought I was the one giving the lessons here?”
“Feel free to tell me when I get it wrong.” I went on a surveillance mission, searching for spots that made him gasp and doubling down on places that earned me a breathy moan. I wanted to be good at this in the worst way, and my hands trembled as much as from nerves as excitement. His skin turned faintly pink where I kissed him, and fuck if that didn’t excite me further.
“You’re…on the right track.” The hitch in his voice made my cock jump. “But I’m not good at waiting.”
I chuckled. “Somehow I’m not surprised.”
“I’m more a main event kind of guy.” He offered me a pleading look, but I wasn’t about to waste this opportunity to explore and make him feel good, truly good, more than some fast fumble.
“I’m not.” I dodged his hands when he reached for me. “Chill. Use that yoga training to breathe and let me have my fun.”
“Fine.” He groaned like waiting might truly do him in. “Have at me.”
“I will.” I kissed his mouth again, drinking down the eager way he met me, kissing him so long my brain went all fuzzy and my hands started roving on their own. When my fingers found the bare skin under his hoodie, we both gasped.
“This okay?” I asked.
“Totally.” He sat up long enough to pull his sweatshirt and the T-shirt underneath off together, revealing miles of new real estate for me to map with my fingers and lips. Mesmerized, I stroked his strong arms, kissed his angular shoulders and sharp collarbones. Different. This was so different from anything that had come before it, and I couldn’t get enough. I had fresh sympathy for Daniel’s difficulty making choices because my mouth wanted to be everywhere all at once.
Unlike me, his chest was nearly smooth, but my tongue liked teasing the rogue hairs I found here and there, getting closer to his pink nipples. Small and pebbled, I couldn’t resist licking one while my hand roved over his ribs.
“Eeee.” He giggled, squirming away. “My sides are ticklish. Sorry.”
“Hey, that’s important information too.” I laughed before trying again, hands carefully braced on the blanket on either side of him, allowing me to kiss his chest again, tracing the line of his leanly defined pecs with my tongue. When that didn’t induce another fit of giggles, I sucked at one nipple.
“Cash. Please.” Arching his back, he grabbed a handful of the blanket and moaned.
“Passing grade?” Scooting lower, I dropped a kiss right in the center of the thin line of hair running down his lower stomach as I stroked my hands over his thighs.
“C-minus. Feels like I’m gonna die if you don’t touch me soon.” He rocked his hips, clearly making a bid to get my hands closer to his cock.
“So dramatic.” I made a clucking noise, but inside, I thrilled at his desperation. It was a special sort of power, reducing him to pleading with nothing more than my lips and fingertips.
“If you want to, that is. I know this is new—” Daniel sounded like he was about to walk back his demand, so I preempted his you-don’t-have-to spiel by palming his cock through his jeans, running my thumb down the length of his zipper.
“You were saying?”
“Nothing.” He made a go-ahead gesture which had me chuckling. “Continue. Please.”
“This?” Slowly, I lowered his zipper, loving how it made him pant. His cock was as impatient as the rest of him, pushing out of his fly even before I had the zipper all the way down. Not wanting to hurt him, I stopped the teasing long enough to get his pants out of the way. Apparently taking the whole alone-in-the-woods thing seriously, Daniel scooted them all the way off, and there he was, naked as when I’d first met him, just as gorgeous, but now he was all mine. Mine to touch and taste and explore.