Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
“Alaric,” I called, voice soft, but thick with need.
His eyes slid open, molten, as far gone as I felt.
“Yeah, baby?” he asked, his hand moving up my belly to brush over my breasts.
“Please,” I begged again, shameless in my need as my hips shifted back, making his cock glide against my clit, making a whimpering sound escape me.
“Fuck, you sound so good when you do that,” he said, reaching past me into the second drawer of the cabinet, shifting some things out of his way, then coming back with a condom.
I lost his gaze for a moment as he protected us, and it was just long enough that old, familiar anxieties started to surface. Fears about how long it had been. How disappointing those experiences had always been. How cold men had always been afterward.
“No,” Alaric said, voice soft, but making my head shoot up to find his intense gaze on mine in the mirror. “Don’t go somewhere else,” he demanded. “Stay here,” he added, his cock sliding against my cleft again. “With me,” he added, rocking against me until there was no way to keep any thoughts in my mind other than ones about him, and how good he made me feel. “There,” he said with a soft smile, satisfied that I was present again.
And I was.
More than I think I’d ever been before.
All there was in the whole world was him. And the sensations he was creating within me.
“Feel how much I want you?” he said, his lips near my ear, his breath tickling my skin, making a little shiver move through me as his hips rocked and his cock slid against me again.
He moved backward, and I felt the head of him press against the entrance to my body, pausing, just a firm pressure that I initially tensed at.
But as I relaxed, his hips moved, and he started to press inside of me.
There was some discomfort, my body adjusting to something it hadn’t felt in a long time, a pinch that was quickly replaced with a rush of warmth and need as his gaze held mine in the mirror, watching me, gauging my reaction. Then, as I relaxed, slipping deeper, until he was settled deep, until he’d claimed all of me.
“Feel how fucking perfect you are for me?” he asked, voice as tight as his body seemed behind mine, so desperate for his release, but determined to go easy with me.
But, suddenly, I didn’t need easy.
I didn’t need gentle.
I needed everything he could give me. Everything his body had promised since the moment I’d first accepted that video call.
“Alaric, please,” I begged again, rocking my ass back against him, then wiggling my hips in a circle, aching for the movement, for the friction.
His hand snaked up my belly, then lightly closed around my neck as his cock slid almost fully out of me.
“So fucking hot when you beg for my cock, baby,” he said, thrusting all the way inside me in one deep, hard motion.
The ragged moan that escaped me only spurred him on, making him fuck me slow, but hard and deep, taking every inch of me each time, his thrusts driven with enough force that my whole body jolted each time.
“Mmm,” he groaned in my ear. “You feel so fucking good, getting all tight for me,” he said as my walls tightened, as he drove me right to that edge, then with one hard thrust, sent me crashing into an orgasm that had me crying out, my vision flickering, my whole body shaking with the intensity. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, fucking me through it, then coming at the end of it, thrusting deep, his body tensing, his arm tightening around me.
I can’t say how long we stood there afterward, Alaric mostly holding me upright, because my own legs felt like water. But the last thing in the world I wanted was for either of us to move, to ruin this single most perfect moment of my life.
Inevitably, though, Alaric’s hands loosened on me, then slid away as he backed away from me, turning, and leaving me staring at myself.
I looked dumbstruck. A deer in the headlights. Wide-eyed and flushed.
Desire sated, at least for the moment, I felt the same old, familiar insecurities start to settle back in, making me lift my hand, covering my breasts, looking down for my shirt.
“No, don’t do that,” Alaric said, turning back suddenly, his arms going around me to quickly wash his hands, then reaching to pull my arm down. “I’m not done looking,” he added, leaning down to bite my shoulder, then resting his chin there, his gaze moving over me.
His eyes weren’t hungry like before.
But there was something else in his gaze that I was having trouble identifying. Still, it sent a little internal shiver through me.
“Wanna go to bed?” he asked after what felt like an eternity.