Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Clare sat up, and when she touched her own breasts, dropped her head back and moaned my name, I nearly flipped her over. Instead, I bit back and let her find her pleasure.
“Oh God, Wes. You feel so good.”
“Take what you need from me, baby. I’m yours.”
Her head lifted and her eyes met mine. She adjusted herself and moved faster. Her eyes dilated, and I knew she was close.
With her hands on my chest, she rode me, and it was the best fucking feeling in the world.
I could feel my balls pull up and I was miraculously close to my own release.
“I’m going to come!” she cried as she moved faster.
“Yes, come on, baby, I can’t hold it back. Come for me.”
And as if on command, Clare came. She pulsed so hard around my dick, I didn’t stand a chance. I came hard and fast right along with her.
Her head was hanging down as she drew in one breath after another.
“Holy shit, Clare.”
She looked up at me. “Okay, how was that even better?”
Flipping her over, she let out the cutest laugh. “How in the hell was I able to come again that fast?”
Running her finger along my jawline, she sighed as if perfectly content. “I’m still snacky.”
I stood and reached for her hand. “Let’s take a shower and I’ll take you to get some ice cream.”
Clare
Cannoli and Almond Biscotti
My entire body was humming with a pleasure I had never experienced before in my life. Yes, I’d slept with other men who made sex good, but this wasn’t sex. It was so much more, and a part of me wondered why I wasn’t scared by that.
Wes started the shower and stepped in, reaching for my hand. The feel of the hot water felt heavenly. It had been several months since I had been with anyone. Hell, it might have been over a year if I thought about it. I had muscles I hadn’t used in months now firing off and making it known I needed to go to the gym. Or make love to Wes more.
“What are you smiling about?” Wes asked as he took his soap and started to clean my body. It felt so good to have his hands on me.
“I have muscles hurting that I clearly haven’t used in a very long time.”
He grinned. “I bet I can help get those muscles in shape.”
“I bet you can,” I replied with a wink.
“Sit down on the bench.”
Doing as he asked, I closed my eyes and felt the hot water falling over my body from the rain shower. It felt amazing.
“I don’t have any fancy shampoos, but do you want me to wash your hair?”
“You want to wash it?” I asked.
He smiled and nodded.
“I think I would like that. I love when my hairdresser washes my hair. It’s the best part of getting a haircut.”
Wes placed his hands on my arms and turned me so that my back was facing him. Then he got to washing my hair, and I melted into his body.
“That is so much better than when my hairdresser does it.”
With a soft laugh, Wes placed a soft kiss on my shoulder before going back to massaging my head. When I felt like I was about to fall asleep, he took the handheld attachment and started to rinse my hair.
“It’s a one and done shampoo,” he said as he faced me back to him. Cupping my face in his hands, he kissed me so tenderly, my knees felt like they would give out.
Breaking away, he winked. “Let’s go get you a snack.”
• • •
The Uber pulled up outside of Mike’s Pastry, and I nearly bolted out of the car. Wes beat me to the door and opened it.
“I thought this would be better than ice cream. I take it you like Mike’s?”
“Like it?” I replied as I brushed past him. “This is my favorite place ever!”
He laughed as he followed me in. Normally there was a line out the door to get into this place.
“I’m surprised it’s not more crowded with it being almost Christmas.”
“Maybe because it’s after ten at night,” I said with a chuckle.
We walked up the counter, and I was nearly bouncing on my toes.
“I don’t know what I want!”
The girl behind the counter smiled at us. “Take your time.”
Wes took my hand in his as we both tried to decide what we wanted.
“Okay, I think I want to get one limoncello, one peanut butter, and one yellow cream.”
Wes exhaled. “Okay, I think I’ll take a lobster tail.”
“Oh! I want one of those too!” I quickly said as I grabbed onto Wes’s arm.
The young girl chuckled. “Anything else?”
“A chocolate-dipped biscotti. Maybe one of the almond biscotti as well.”
We watched as the girl packed up our large order.
“Do you have any of your ricotta pie left?”