Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 93002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
I couldn’t tell her that. Sterling was tired of hearing words from me. At this point, words just felt like excuses. I could only show her what I felt. Sex wasn’t the best way to prove to her I was worth a second chance, but it didn’t hurt. Not if we did it right.
She squirmed against me, arching her back to press those gorgeous breasts up into my hands. To my mouth. I obliged without argument. In bed, we’d always wanted the same thing. I lingered, touching, tasting until her moans sounded like pleas. And then I slid down the bed, hooking my fingers in her white lace thong, tugging it down her legs and pressing them wide, raising her knees and baring her body to me.
I dropped my head and licked.
She gasped my name. “Forrest, oh fuck, Forrest.”
I pressed a finger inside her, then two, loving the way her hips rocked up, taking me deeper and rubbing her clit into my tongue over and over again, chasing the orgasm just out of reach. I closed my lips around her clit and sucked hard, my fingers stroking in and out until she came apart, sobbing out my name.
I shifted to the side, giving her space to recover from her orgasm while I grabbed a condom from my bedside drawer, thanking my earlier self for having the optimism to stash some just in case hell froze over and Sterling was ever in this bed. But I didn’t know what was going on in hell. I was in heaven.
Condom taken care of, I moved back between her legs, stroking a hand up the inside of her knee to trace a light stroke between her legs. She twitched, her fingers still curled around the headboard.
“Too sensitive?” I asked.
Her eyes foggy, she nodded.
I rose over her, nuzzling her elbow before kissing the inside of her wrist, taking in the tight grip of her hands on the headboard. “You’re always such a good girl,” I said, turning my head to capture her mouth.
Sterling growled low in her throat, kissing me back with the ferocity I’d missed so much. She loved it when I was bossy. No one told Sterling what to do. Except me. And though I knew a part of her hated my orders, they set her on fire every time. At least they had before, when she’d trusted me.
I had just enough brainpower left to wonder if her hands on that headboard meant she trusted me again, if only a little, before the head of my cock nudged her slick heat, and I stopped thinking about anything other than making her come.
“You think you can do that again?” I whispered, my lips at her ear. She nodded. “You can let go of the headboard now.”
Her arms flew up as if on springs, coming down to wrap tightly around my back as I shifted my hips and filled her, inch by inch. Nothing would ever feel as good as Sterling. There was no pleasure, no prize on earth worth risking losing her.
I didn’t last long. Neither did she. We moved in perfect unison until her nails dug into my shoulders, her head tipped back, and her body clenched tight around me. The pulse of her orgasm drew me with her, falling blindly into ecstasy.
When I thought I could move, I rolled to the side, bringing her with me. She shifted, pushing me to my back, splaying on top of me, her skin damp and her breath coming in gasps. I drifted for a few minutes as my heart slowed, and Sterling’s breath evened out. Finally, she raised her head and moved to the side, hitching one leg over mine.
“That was nice,” she said into my collarbone.
The laugh shook my chest. “Nice? That’s all you can say? It was nice?”
“Mhm. Pretty great.” She nodded sleepily.
“That was a hell of a lot better than nice,” I said into her hair, stroking my fingers down her temple behind her ear to skim her neck, loving the way she melted into me. I got up to take care of the condom, sliding back into bed beside her and pulling her into my arms.
Then we dozed off, falling from nap into sleep, waking the next morning to the insistent buzz of the alarm on my phone.
Sterling jumped out of bed before I had my eyes open all the way, mumbling something I couldn’t understand as she snatched her dress off the floor and leapt for the bathroom. I rolled to my feet, snagging my own clothes, and headed for the guest bath. If I waited to use my own, Sterling would sneak out the second I was behind the door. Instead, she emerged ten minutes later to find me in the kitchen, making breakfast.
The rich, bitter scent of coffee filling the kitchen told me I was about to find out how badly Sterling wanted to escape my company now that the orgasms had faded. Sterling wasn’t sure about me, but she loved her coffee in the morning. She stopped at the door of the kitchen, her purse clutched in her hands, eyes wary, the satisfied, relaxed woman who’d slept in my arms long gone.