Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“I can’t move I’m so full,” she says.
“Who would have thought you’d have such a dirty mouth.” I grin at her as I slide out and then push in, quicker this time.
“If what I say shocks you, you should hear what I’m thinking.”
“Oh yeah?” I choke out.
A little chat is just what I need to distract me from her tight, wet pussy and the way we seem to fit so perfectly together. At least it allows me some semblance of pretense that the woman under me doesn’t completely own me right now.
“Yeah,” she huffs out. “You’d hate hearing about how hard you are and how thick you feel, how I’m being stretched out—”
I cover her mouth with my hand because one more syllable would send me over the edge. She groans into my palm and her hot breath against my skin just ratchets up the need in me. Every nerve ending in my body has hit maximum capacity and is calling out in surrender.
I don’t have long. This slow, seductive dance we’ve been doing these last weeks has hit hyperdrive and there’s no going back.
I slowly begin to piston my hips, pressing and dragging—following the animal instinct to nail her to the floor as hard as I can.
She pulls me closer, her cheek against mine, her lips covering me, stealing sloppy, desperate kisses, flesh slapping against flesh, breaths intermingled and desperate.
She clutches at me, arches her back, and groans, and just as I realize she’s coming again, my vision blurs and I hear a distant roar—the stampede of my orgasm tearing free and exploding from my center, across my body, through each and every cell.
A kaleidoscope of sounds and sensations roll across my awareness and I collapse over her, wanting to share it, to hold her closer.
Holy. Fuck.
She squeezes me tighter, wrapping her legs around me, and it feels like she’ll never let me go.
Twenty-One
Ellie
I’ve never felt so completely and utterly seen by someone.
Yes, it’s great sex. The one, two, three, four orgasms so far testify to that. But tonight is way more than just an orgasm tally.
“You okay?” Zach asks, peeling himself away from me where we’re lying in front of the fire.
“I’m perfect.”
“That’s for sure.” He sighs. “I couldn’t hold back when I felt you start to come.”
“The second time,” I say to clarify. “You must have missed it the first time.”
He chuckles. “You came twice? Just then?”
How are we talking so matter-of-factly about orgasms? And how in the hell have I had four? So far. That’s never happened to me. Ever.
But then, I’ve never met a man like Zach before.
He kneels back and deals with the condom and I can’t stop staring at him. He’s so physically perfect, it feels idiotic that social convention forces him to wear clothes.
“You have a really nice body,” I say.
He glances over at me from under his floppy hair. “You have a body specifically designed to drive me wild.”
I force back a grin. “Oh yeah?”
I sit and reach over and circle my hand over his dick. Immediately, it twitches under my touch.
He gives me a glance as if to say, you see?
He reaches for my breasts, stopping them swaying as I move my hand up and down his lengthening cock, but I’m not quite close enough. I need more of me to be touching more of him. I shift and he takes my chin, gives me a dirty, I’m-going-to-fuck-you-so-good kiss and then lets me move him so he’s lying on his back.
“I couldn’t let you do this earlier,” he says, as I lift my leg to straddle him. “It would have been over in seconds. Watching you above me like that. It would have been game over.”
I glance away, not wanting him to see how much I enjoy his compliments. It must be so obvious to him that I’m not used to this kind of sex. I’m not used to two people getting pleasure out of pleasing each other.
I take a condom and put it within reach. I want to have a little fun first, but I want to be ready.
“Watching me like this?” I reach behind me, pull my hair up behind me and then let it fall, then press my hands to his chest, completely aware what the movement does to my breasts.
He grabs my hips and pulls my forward. “You’re a fucking siren.”
“You think I’m luring you to the rocks of destruction?” I lift up and slide myself along his erection.
“If you are, it will be the greatest way to go.”
I laugh. He’s so sexy lying beneath me. I think he’s right. “I think you made me this way. I’ve never felt…”
I don’t finish my sentence. I don’t want tonight to be about anything but him and me and what our bodies can do and feel, but there’s a far-off chanting that could be the wind, but I swear it’s my own voice saying It was never like this with Shane.