Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
With a hand on her shoulders, I press her front down so her chest is pressed against the wood and her panting fills the room.
Smiling, I torture my little submissive the way that we both know she likes best, not with hard spanks or bindings but with feather-soft kisses up the backs of her legs to the round peach of her ass, kisses with enough pressure and grazing of my teeth to let her skin know I’m there and sensitize her, but so feathery soft that all she gets is a ghost of stimulation. Goosebumps travel along my touch.
I’ve spent hours doing this before, covering her entire body from head to toe in these kisses, and more than once, I’ve made her come so easily on my face with a single soft kiss on her clit at the end. That’s how I love her. At the highest of highs and barely cognizant of anything but the touch I give her.
But after all these years of separation, I don’t have that patience nor that strength. Instead, I reach out my tongue, stroking her smooth lips and hearing her gasp while my greedy hands undo my pants, freeing my cock. The sound of my zipper being undone fills the small place.
As I stand up and entwine my hand in her hair, I’m lined up perfectly.
“How long?” I rasp as I tease her folds, feeling her ooze over me. “How long since you’ve been fucked the right way, my whore?”
I shouldn’t ask. I shouldn’t want to know. She could have fucked her way through all of the state and I’d have no right to criticize, nor would I care to.
But I still need to know. Did anyone love her right while I was gone?
“Too long,” Kiersten whimpers, and as I thrust forward, I let myself imagine that she’s saying something more than she is.
The tight grip of her walls around my cock has my pulse roaring in my ears as I groan out, “Holy fuck.” Making sure my grasp is tight, I tug on her hair at the base of her neck to pull her in tighter.
Time loses all meaning as I thrust inside her, feeling her pussy adjust to me, tightening and clenching around me. She pushes to meet my every stroke, both of us knowing exactly what the other needs.
Every thrust is harder and filled with more and more need as I take her ruthlessly.
I don’t need to interpret her cries of pleasure. I angle my hips to stroke directly over the places she likes, going harder as her body demands it. She does the same, and as my explosion rises inside me, we find our release together.
She calls my name in utter pleasure, her body shuddering and her pussy clamping around me as we fall apart together.
KIERSTEN
Present
Lying in bed, I still can’t quite believe it.
He’s back.
Gabriel.
My Gabriel.
For years, I’ve dreamed of him coming back. I’ve woken up in this very bed hoping he’d be here lying with me. I roll over carefully, and only just so, the bed groans gently in protest. And there he is.
But this is no fantasy.
I can feel him, his arms still possessively around my waist, holding me close, as if he’s saying he’s never going to let me go again. I can hear his breathing, so missed, against the back of my neck, and when I squirm slightly, I feel his arms tighten. The tips of my fingers play along his corded muscles, slipping through the hair that’s scattered along his forearm.
Years feel as if they were only days, and I don’t know how time passed without him here.
A simper plays at my lips, and feelings I haven’t felt in over a decade threaten to overwhelm me. This man has always had power over me. It’s impossible to deny as I lie quietly in his arms, wanting nothing more than this.
“Kiersten,” he murmurs. The rough timbre is every bit of what I remember it to be.
It’s not a question, but at the same time, it is. I adjust and relax. “I never planned to have anyone in this bed with me. My shoulder’s not used to this spot.”
He chuckles, and his arms loosen slightly, letting me find a better spot. I turn over, nestling against him, and he kisses the top of my head . . .
Just like he used to.
The ache in my chest tightens as the questions whisper at the back of my mind. So many questions, and I silence them all.
I catch the bottom of my lip between my teeth as he tells me to sleep. It’s nearly three a.m., and I know we can talk tomorrow, like he said we would. How can I sleep, though, when it already feels like I’m dreaming? Somehow, even though it’s been a lifetime apart, I feel like I’m right back where I was . . . all those years ago . . .