Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
She needed sleep.
I needed to let her have that.
Eventually, what felt like weeks later, I finally drifted off as well.
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I woke up hot.
I dropped the thermostat at night because I slept better cold, so I lay there half awake for a long time, confused, wondering if maybe the air had stopped working.
But then I felt movement at my side.
And it all came back.
The party at the club, the call, the worry, the relief when she was okay, then bringing her back to my house. And my bed.
I was hot because Lexy had migrated across to my side of the bed. And she was a fucking furnace.
And yet, as I was becoming more aware of my surroundings, the bare skin of her legs against me were frigid.
That was likely why she was against me. She was cold.
But trying telling that to my cock. It was already rock fucking hard and aching.
I needed to get out of the bed, hide in the bathroom, and let my cock calm down before she noticed.
It was the second I got one leg out of the blanket that she suddenly shifted up and onto me.
It was like a fucking electric shock to feel her all over me, her soft body pressing against mine, her bare leg draped over my hips. Which had her pussy right against my cock with nothing but her barely-there panties and my pajama pants between us.
I needed to get the fuck out of there.
As soon as I started to shift again, though, Lexy woke up, her head whipping up, eyes unfocused for a second. But the second the sleep cleared from her eyes, it was a hazy sort of heat that took its place.
Her hips shifted, making her glide across my cock, and as she did, her mouth parted as she gasped.
“Let me up,” I said, hearing the roughness in my own voice.
I was too far beyond being able to just take some time and space. I was going to need to rub one out to be able to think straight again.
Then, in a move I didn’t see coming, Lexy was sliding over me more fully, her knees straddling me, then pushing up to sit upright, her heavy-lidded gaze on mine the whole time.
She shifted up, letting my cock press between her thighs more fully, then lowered down, and started to rock against me.
And, fuck was it a good sight to look up and watch her as she drove herself up, as her breathing got more ragged and her skin flushed pink.
My hands moved out, gliding up her bare thighs, then up under the hem of her tank top, teasing the skin of her stomach, then under the swells of her breasts.
Lexy kept moving, her heavy breathing turning into soft moans as she got closer and closer.
“Come for me,” I demanded, voice jagged with my own desire.
And just like that, she did, crying out, her body shuddering hard.
She bent forward afterward, her face resting in my neck as her breathing slowed.
Only after she seemed fully recovered did she move again, this time, sliding down my body.
“Baby…” I mumbled as her hands found the waistband of my pants. “You don’t have to,” I said, even as my cock was aching for it.
She ignored me as she freed my cock, then sucked me deep into her mouth.
Lexy wasn’t a woman who teased.
She sucked me off fast and deep, driving me up as quickly, as relentlessly as possible.
My hands gathered her hair, pulling it out of the way, so I could watch as she worked me.
“Fuck,” I growl feeling on the cusp. “I’m gonna come,” I told her as my hips rocked up into her mouth.
She sucked me deeper, letting me come down her throat.
I swear I felt the orgasm through my entire fucking body.
She worked me softly for another few seconds before moving upward again to collapse with her head on the center of my stomach.
“Morning,” she murmured, making a laugh escape me.
“Good morning,” I said as my hands sifted through her hair. “When are these stitches coming out?” I asked when the tip of my finger caught the scratchy little edge of the suture thread.
“I think I have something like five or six more days.”
“Sucks.”
“At least I can wash my hair now. Those first forty-eight hours were hell. I like having clean hair. What time is it? And how long from now can I expect fresh coffee to be brewing? Fair warning, the answer to the latter better be under five minutes.”
A chuckle moved through me as I reached toward the nightstand for my phone.
“It’s ten. And I will have coffee in less than three,” I told her as she rolled off of me.
“Hop to it, then,” she said, doing a long cat-like stretch on the bed that wasn’t meant to be, but somehow was incredibly sexy.