Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 202638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1013(@200wpm)___ 811(@250wpm)___ 675(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 202638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1013(@200wpm)___ 811(@250wpm)___ 675(@300wpm)
‘Hard!’
He mumbles in my mouth. I can’t hold back anymore. He strikes with ferocious power and I snap, the coils of pleasure peaking and firing off, my nails sinking into his flesh, my teeth gripping his lip harshly. I drop my forehead to his damp, salty skin where his neck meets his shoulder and rock my head from side to side as I jerk uncontrollably against his big body.
‘Ava!’ he shouts, as he pulls back and then smashes forward, slowly withdrawing before hammering into me again, finding his own release as wave after wave of contractions sweep through me.
He moans, then sinks us to the floor and falls onto his back, heaving and sweating. I drag myself up and sit astride of him, planting my hands on his slick chest and gently grinding myself on his hips. His arms fall back over his head as he looks up and watches me work us both down. We are both wet, out of breath and thoroughly satisfied. I’m exactly where I should be.
‘What are you thinking about?’ he puffs, looking up at me.
‘About how much I love you.’ I tell him the truth.
His lips curve at the corners and a look of pure satisfaction spreads across his handsome face ‘Do I still qualify as your God?’
‘Always. Am I still your temptress?’ I grin and circle my hands on his chest.
‘That, baby, you most certainly are. God, I love your grin.’ He gives me his own roguish one.
I reach down and pinch his nipples. ‘Bath, God?’
He jolts upright, nearly head-butting me in the process. ‘Shit! It’s still running!’ He jumps up with me still in his arms and still buried inside me, hissing as he grips me too hard with his bad hand.
‘Put me down!’ I try to peel my body away from his, but he just increases his grip.
‘Never.’ He takes us into the bathroom where we find the huge bath is not even three quarters of the way full. He reaches over to the waterfall tap and flips it off.
‘You could leave that bath running for a week and it wouldn’t be full.’ I say as he steps in and lowers us down.
‘I know. The designer of all this Italian shit obviously has no regard for the environment or my carbon footprint.’
‘Says he with twelve superbikes.’ I quip, and then sigh happily as I’m sunk into the lovely relaxing water, still astride his lap, still full to the hilt with his semi-erect cock. ‘I could look at you all day.’ I muse to myself, tracing my fingers from side to side across his abdomen.
He lays back and lets me have my way. I run my fingertip over every square inch of his hard, lightly tanned chest, swirling and flicking as I go. The silence is comfortable as he watches my delicate touch skating all over him. I work my way up to his neck, his chin, his lips and they part, his eyes twinkling as I lower myself to rest on his chest, my mouth meeting his.
‘I love your mouth.’ I say, dropping kisses all the way around the edges of his lips until I’m back to where I started. ‘I love your body.’ My hands drift down his arms, my tongue slipping into his mouth. ‘I love your crazy mind too.’ I coax his tongue from his mouth and lap gently as I trail my hands back up his arms until my palms wrap around his neck and my body arches into him.
He moans. ‘You make me crazy, Ava. Just you.’
I feel his big palms slide up my back until he’s cupping the back of my head and pushing me into him, our mouths continuing to work each other slowly, our bodies slipping against each other slightly. I know I make him crazy, but he makes me crazy too.
I pull back and look at my crazy man. ‘Crazy.’ I mouth.
‘ish,’ He smiles and lifts me from his lap, turning me until I’m sat between his parted thighs. ‘Let me wash you.’ He grabs the sponge and starts squeezing the hot water all over me, resting his cheek against the side of my head. ‘I need to talk to you about something.’ he says quietly. There is no mistaking his apprehension.
I tense all over. I don’t like the sound of this, which is quite hilarious because I’ve been willing him to talk. ‘What?’
‘The Manor,’
Okay, now I’m prickling from head to toe and it’s bloody obvious, which is even more hilarious because I’ve been wanting him to talk about this specifically. But his approach tells me I’m not going to like whatever is going to come from his mouth. He has ceased squeezing warm water over me, and I can literally hear those fucking cogs clanking around in his handsome head. What about The Manor? I do not like the direction of tub talk today. I want to get out and have a shower.