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)
I’m not going to last much longer. “Eira,” I groan. “Eira.”
She doesn’t answer. Can’t answer. She vibrates underneath me. Maybe I’m shaking too. We’re both so connected, I can’t tell where I end and she begins.
A roll of thunder echoes in my ears and I’m so close, so desperately close—and then Eira breaks apart under me just as the thunder claps through our bodies, a low, guttural grumble that envelopes us both.
It feels like I’ve just finished a marathon.
It might be hours later, but Eira’s fingers tracing circles on my skin bring me back to consciousness.
I roll to the side, bringing her with me.
“So,” she says, pressing her palm against my chest.
“So,” I say.
“That was…interesting.”
I can’t read her expression. She’s looking at me like she’s looking for explanations. But I’m out.
“Interesting isn’t how I’d put it.”
“Oh yeah?” she asks. “How exactly would you describe that?”
I laugh. “You’re looking for me to describe the most incredible, connected, world-tilting sex of my life?”
She smiles a timid grin and wrinkles her nose. She’s so fucking sexy, if I had any feeling in my legs, I’d have her again. “Wasn’t just me who felt that then?”
I let out a breath. “Nope.”
We lie there for a few more minutes in contented silence, thinking about everything and nothing, before she shifts beside me, sitting up. I open my eyes and the sway of her breasts has me hardening again. There’s no way I’m going to be able to get enough of this woman.
“Can I try something?”
“Everything,” I say.
She smiles. “I mean, I’ve always wanted to…” She glances down at my cock.
“You have my permission to do everything you want, as long as it doesn’t hurt.” I’m harder than steel now, despite my orgasm still echoing in my ears.
She straddles my legs, and my eyes widen. “We need a condom.”
She shakes her head. “You said anything. I just want to…just quickly.”
I’m not quite sure what’s she’s getting at, but if this goes how it looks like it’s going, I’ll flip her over to her back and get a condom on so fast, she won’t have time to complain.
Slowly, she lowers herself onto me, so she’s right up to the hilt. Her eyes flutter closed and she stills. I’m just about to flip her over when she slides off me and shifts so she’s eye level with my dick.
She takes my crown in her mouth and it’s all I can do not to explode when she meets my eyes.
She’s so unexpected in every way.
“That’s what you wanted to try?” I ask. “You wanted to taste yourself?”
Her mouth leaves my dick with a pop and she nods her head. “I wanted to taste me on you.”
I groan and pound the mattress with my fist.
So.
Fucking.
Sexy.
I expect her to stop now that she’s completed her experiment. But she doesn’t. Instead, she takes me deep, deep, deep in her throat, and pulls back so slowly, I don’t have breath in my body by the time she’s done.
“Eira,” I call out, as she continues to lick and suck and the sounds—I try not to breathe in case I miss any of them. I need to repaint every room in this house the color of her reddened lips, it’s so fucking perfect. The way every now and then she shifts and her breasts jut forward as if they’re asking for attention. In that moment, I realize, I won’t ever have enough of her. I’m insatiable for her.
She meets my gaze and I can’t help but thrust my hips off the bed, needing more of her, getting deeper into her mouth. Eira moans like that’s just what she wanted me to do.
I’m gone.
I cry out, wanting to warn her that I’m coming, but she just takes me deeper. I’m lost, out of control, completely powerless.
My orgasm hits me like a baseball bat to the chest.
I don’t know when I’m next conscious. An hour might have passed. It could be a week. All I know is that when I come round, Eira is tucked into my chest and our legs are wrapped around each other’s. Her skin is so soft and warm and it feels like home. Like I’ve known her my entire life and have just been waiting for her to reappear.
I tighten my grip, slide my hand over her hip and she shifts, sleepily, pressing a kiss into my shoulder.
Fuck, I’m getting hard again.
She smiles against my skin. “I’m so tired,” she says. “But I want you again.”
She turns in my arms, so she’s facing away from me and shifts, her bottom grazing my erection.
Thank fuck.
I grab a condom and position myself behind her, both of us on our sides. I wrap my arms around her and close my eyes, sliding home.
I could stay like this forever. Fucking, sleeping, kissing…being. With Eira.
TWENTY-FIVE
Eira
It’s just before seven but I’ve been awake for the last hour and a half. I’ve showered, and even washed and blow-dried my hair. I’ve put on makeup. Not to impress Dax. Absolutely not. I was just awake and…I don’t normally get the time.