Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Her fingers trail under my t-shirt and I groan. I’m not sure I’m going to survive this.
She pulls at my waistband and we tumble back into her bedroom and onto her bed. I crawl on top of her and press up on my hands, looking down at her, her hair splayed out on the bed behind her.
She looks like a goddess.
All goodness and light and beauty.
A sudden pull inside me warns that I can’t fuck this up, that this is important. It’s the start of something.
My gaze snags on her mouth as she bites down on her bottom lip.
She’s not just sweet. She’s also sexy as fuck.
“You okay?” she asks.
I answer her with a kiss. She tastes so sweet, and instantly I regret waiting this long to kiss her again. There’s been too much wasted time.
Her fingers thread into my hair and grasp my shoulder. My body tightens at her touch. She shifts her hips under me and my jaw slackens. Every move she makes is totally mesmerizing.
Her fingers move down, down, down to the edge of my t-shirt and she pushes it up. I take it off, then she reaches for her shirt. I watch as she peels the white cotton from her body, slowly revealing the skin I know is so soft. I dip and press kisses from her collarbone, down between her breasts, over her bra, to her stomach. I enjoy how she writhes and shifts, wanting more.
I snap off her bra and continue my exploration, kissing, pressing, licking—feeling.
“My underwear is…it’s not exactly sexy.”
I let out a grunt. “I’m not looking at your underwear.” I shift down the bed and peel her jeans off as I go. She’s wearing plain white cotton knickers that come off perfectly easily—my only criteria for Eira’s underwear.
I press a kiss to her pussy and breathe her in. Her scent fills me up and I’m so hard, I could knock down a wall with my dick right about now.
But that’s not what I want to be doing with it.
“Dax,” Eira whispers.
I press my tongue against her clit and soak up her heat and wetness. God, this feels so good. She feels so good. It’s like every sensation with Eira is magnified tenfold. I part her legs and then slide my hands behind her bottom. I want to make sure I’m in complete control of what happens now. Something tells me it’s what Eira needs: me to give her pleasure. Me to lead the way. Me, period.
The realization is like the tremors of an earthquake in my chest.
She needs me. And I think I might need her.
She squeals and tries to move away as my tongue dips into her folds. I dig my fingers deeper into her bottom to keep her in place. She’s not avoiding pleasure. Not anymore.
She’s hot and luscious and I need her. More of her. All of her.
“Dax.” Her voice is hoarse and sexy and desperate. Her fingers are in my hair, clawing at me. “Oh no. I—”
She comes on my face, her body shuddering around me. She’s a goddess who makes me feel like a fucking god.
And I can’t wait another second to be inside her.
I grab my jeans, pull out the condom from my wallet and rip it open. I can’t get it on fast enough. I must look like a fumbling teenager.
“You okay?” I ask as I grip the root of my cock.
She’s staring at my dick, nodding. “I’ll try not to come so quickly.”
I groan at her words and lean over her, guiding my cock into her, just a little. “Don’t ever worry about coming too quickly.”
Our gazes meet and we stare at each other as I push into her, slowly, deliberately, perfectly.
As I get to the end of her, I let out a guttural groan. She feels so good. This feels so right. It’s like fastening the last button on a shirt or pressing save on your work for the day. It feels utterly important, integral to life.
Not that I’m done. I’m just exactly where I’m meant to be. We’re exactly where we’re meant to be.
I start to move and can’t look away from her as she stares back at me. I see every feeling in her expression: when it’s good, when it’s too good, and when it feels to her exactly how it feels to me. We’re entirely in sync. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
It’s as if my insides are being tightened with every move and thrust. Everything’s intensifying. Every one of my senses is growing more powerful.
She sweeps her fingers over my face, pressing her thumb over my lips. I have to have more. I dip and kiss her, craving more connection when I already have more than I’ve ever experienced.
Our kisses grow fractured and desperate, punctuated by groans and cries. I feel so raw, like Eira has cracked me open and seen to the very heart of me.