Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
But there was no time for exploration.
We were both too needy.
He started moving slowly, with deep, careful thrusts, trying to make good on his promise not to rush.
But I had made that demand before I knew what having him inside would do to me, make me mindless and desperate.
My hands roamed down his back, sinking into his ass.
"Faster," I demanded, grinding up into him when he pressed deep, doing little circles to create the perfect friction.
On a sexy growling noise, Colson pushed up, moved back until he was sitting back on his calves again, hands digging into my hips, using them to drag my body up and down his thighs.
Harder.
Faster.
As he thrust forward, making me feel every inch of him even as we got lost in the need for release.
We seemed in sync as his hand moved to grab my arm even as I was pushing upward. I moved onto his waist, arms going around the back of his neck as I started to ride him.
Faster, harder, without any thought to prolonging it, just needing release, wanting to bring him with me.
His hands moved down my body, sinking into my ass, dragging me against him, getting a better, more consistent rhythm, allowing my body to drive upward, to teeter on that edge.
"Come, Eva," he demanded, jaw tight, voice deep.
My hips did one more grind and I felt it, a deep, hard pulsation where our bodies met that exploded outward until it overtook me completely.
Colson's hand grabbed the back of my neck, pressing my mouth to his shoulder to muffle my cries as the orgasm shattered me apart.
It was on the tail-end of my orgasm that his hips slammed up into me, his cock planting so deep it pinched as his body tightened, as he groaned out my name as he came.
I don't know how long we stayed like that, bodies clinging, sweat drying, breathing going from ragged to slow and steady.
But by the time Colson started to pull away, my thigh muscles were screaming as I tried to slip backward onto the bed, my hands running up and down the sore muscles.
Colson hopped off of the bed, walking into the master bathroom.
That was what had originally sold me on the townhouse. It was between this one and a standalone house, but the other one only had one full bathroom.
And, well, I don't know what you know about sharing a bathroom with a teenage boy, but let's just say, the master bathroom all to myself was the deciding factor for me.
He came back out a moment later, giving me a soft, tired smile as he moved onto the bed, at my feet, reaching out to chafe my thigh muscles.
"They'll get used to it," he told me, cocky little smile pulling at his lips. I couldn't even be mad about it. He'd earned that smile. "Like anything else, these muscles adjust to the new regimen."
"Plan on working me out a lot, huh?" I asked, reaching up to grab his arm, pulling him down at my side.
"Every fucking chance I get," he confirmed, smile bright.
"Well," I said, resting my head on his chest, draping my thigh over his hips, "that is the one kind of exercise I can get behind, I guess."
In response to that, Colson's hand slapped down hard on my ass, the sound echoing off the walls in the very quiet house, making me momentarily worry about being overheard.
By Jacob.
By my mom.
By Ashley.
But, I reminded myself, it was the middle of the night. Really, it was closer to sunrise. Everyone was fast asleep.
I was tired too. Exhausted, really. But this moment felt warm and sweet and special, and I wasn't ready to let it slip away yet.
My fingers traced across his chest, his shoulder.
"We should talk about the elephant in the room,." I said after a long, cozy minute.
"The elephant?" Colson asked, fingers pausing in their exploration of my spine.
"And by elephant, I mean my vibrator collection in the nightstand," I said, getting a rumbling chuckle out of Colson. "No need to be intimidated by them," I teased. "They will go into retirement now that I have you. You're way better."
"Nah," he said, hand moving once again to my ass, giving it a squeeze. "You already come hard. I think we should use one on your clit while I fuck you," he told me, and my sex tightened impossibly at the idea. "Maybe one morning after the kids go off to school. And your mom is watching something very loud on TV," he added.
My smile was huge at his words.
Not just at the promise of multiple orgasms.
But of futures.
Of plans.
As in the beginning stages as we were, it was nice to know we were on the same page about where this was going.
Somewhere special.
I had always been a little too practical for the idea of happily ever afters. They seemed nice in theory, but unlikely in reality.