Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“So much,” I whispered, reaching up and cupping his face with my hand, meeting his dark blue gaze. He stared down at me and saw the truth of it in my eyes.
“Thank God,” he said, his voice half strangled, and began pushing the head of his cock inside me. The width of it slid in easily at first, though the sensation made me gasp. Then he hit resistance.
“More,” I urged, feeling as though he had taken me halfway to nirvana and left me stranded.
“I’m trying not to hurt you.” Julian was resting his weight on his forearms, and his muscles stood out in tense relief as he pushed slowly against my body’s resistance. For a moment, the pleasure dwindled and a sharp took its place. I gasped, but before he could try to pull out or stop, I wrapped my legs around his and pushed up against the invading shaft.
Julian plunged into me to the hilt, filling me so completely that it bit again, but this time, it quickly gave way to pleasure like I’d never known. I wanted to push up against him again, but there was nowhere to go. I dug my fingernails into his back demandingly. “More.”
With a choked laugh, Julian began moving again. The sensation overtook me, and I had to squeeze my eyes shut or be drowned by it. His fingers were knotted in mine now, pressing them down into the mattress, and the head of his cock was hitting places inside my body that I didn’t know existed. The pleasure was relentless. I kept waiting for it to abate, but instead, it just kept building.
When I managed to open my eyes again, his gaze was boring down into mine. Steady, dark blue in the tumult of painfully acute pleasure. “Julian,” I gasped.
“I’m listening, baby.” But he increased his tempo, and all the words flew out of my brain. Thank God, too, because I had no idea what I would have said. That I needed him. That, God forbid, I loved him. I would have said anything just then, so long as he kept pounding into me.
But slowly, the sensation was changing. It was increasing, building, pushing me toward something. I didn’t know what it was, but I was racing toward it, pushing up against his cock, wrapping my legs around his waist to take him deeper. I knew that when I got to the other side, everything would be different.
“Julian,” I begged, even though I didn’t know what I was begging for.
He nodded anyway, as though he knew, and then suddenly, he was pushing me over the edge. It was like the top of a rollercoaster, when the world falls away and you’re plummeting into the unknown. The sensation tore through me like a speeding train, and I must have screamed, but my hearing was muffled. The sound felt far away and unrelated to me.
I heard Julian’s breathing change in my ear and knew he was about to arrive in the same place I was. Even though I wanted to slide bonelessly to the mattress, I kept my legs locked around his waist, my hands wrapped around his biceps, until I heard a low, guttural groan tear out of his throat and felt him spill deeply into me. Then his weight settled onto mine, and we were both boneless.
Spent, exhausted.
Together.
18
JULIAN
One night with Willow turned into two, then three. I gave her the code to get in my front door so she could come over whenever she got off work, but she never used it.
“I’m not going to assume we’re spending every night together,” she told me one night when I asked her why the hell she kept waiting for me to invite her over. “Besides,” she added, “I don’t want you to assume I’m always at your beck and call.” She smirked when she said it though. Her smile had become even more feline, lately. Smug, content, satisfied. I took credit for that.
“Point taken,” I said lazily, running my hand over her bare shoulder and down her back. We were lying in my bed, still catching our breath. I was leaning against the headboard, and she was lying between my legs. Our hot, damp flesh pressed together, the sheets a rumpled mess beneath us. “But I’ll make it easy for you, Laurier. I’m at your beck and call. And you’re at mine. We both know it.”
I wasn’t being an asshole, it was just true. The attraction that had pulled us unwillingly together hadn’t diminished when we finally gave in. I was admittedly an addict when it came to women, but Willow was like no other drug I’d ever known. I wasn’t building up a tolerance to her–the effects were just compounding. There was no sense of scratching an itch or getting it out of our system. The opposite was happening, in fact. Every time I was inside her, she burrowed more deeply inside of me.