Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
“Mmm…” One of her hands finds the back of my head, and she plays with my hair while I play with her pussy. Flicking my tongue over her slit, picking up bits of her sweet nectar. To think, there was a chance I might never taste her again. Never relish the music she makes—soulful, sensual—while I play her body like an instrument.
“More,” she demands, her hand tightening in my hair. “I want to come. Make me feel good, Zeke. Baby.”
I plunge my tongue inside with no warning, making her back arch in time with her surprised gasp. I drive my tongue into her, deep inside her tight tunnel, coating my tongue with her. She rolls her hips, urging me on, grinding against me. And instead of trying to stop her, I let it happen, working with her rather than trying to control it. She’s earned this. Let her take her pleasure.
And she does, especially once I withdraw my tongue and lash it against her clit. “Fuck me with your fingers,” she moans. I respond by entering her with two digits, finding her G-spot, and pressing against it while I suck on her engorged clit. She rides my face faster, harder, her movements going from sensuous to desperate.
Her thighs clench, squeezing my head between them, and it’s heaven. I could die here, deaf to everything but the blood rushing in my ears and the muffled sound of her moans. My name, over and over. She clenches tighter for an instant, then lets go, hips hitting the mattress the same instant she soaks my hand with her juice. I lap it up, savoring every drop. Greedy for her.
Then I look up over the length of her body, at her heaving tits and the nipples that are so hard in the wake of her orgasm. I sweep my tongue over one of them on my way back up to her mouth. “Taste yourself,” I invite her before plunging my tongue inside. She meets it, sweeping her tongue against mine, moaning in appreciation.
I reach down between us, guiding myself inside her. I need to be inside her, to sink deep, to connect. I love this woman. I would die for this woman. She moans into my mouth, long and loud when I thrust my hips and drive myself home. Her hands fumble with my shirt, and I break our kiss only long enough to yank it over my head and throw it aside. Now she can run her nails up and down my back, can dig them into my shoulders each time I drive my cock into her tight, quivering tunnel.
It’s different now. Strange how admitting the way we’ve always felt added something to what we’ve done so many times already. When I lift my head and look down at her, all I see is love reflected back at me. And when she clings to me, it isn’t only desire tightening her arms and the legs she wraps around my hips. There’s more now. So much more. A lifetime’s worth.
Still, there’s that familiar rush when the tension builds. When I can’t go slow anymore. My strokes deepen, faster, harder. And instead of scraping her nails over me, she drags them. Raking me, barely stopping short of breaking the skin.
“That’s right,” she whispers, staring deep into my eyes. “Fuck me. Only you. Always you.”
“Mia…” I grit my teeth, holding on, wanting to come with her. “I love you.”
“I love you.” A high-pitched moan builds in her throat, louder each time our bodies slam together. By the time we’re both at the edge, we’re fucking madly, like animals, using each other for our own gain. My balls tighten, and her cunt tightens around my cock, and yes, this is it, yes, mine, mine, she’s always going to be mine—
I drop my head to the mattress, just beside her ear, muffling my shouts the way she muffles hers against my shoulder. She shudders, and so do I, both of us under the control of something much bigger while the last of our passion eases away.
Soon it’s just the two of us again, breathless and shaking. I never understood what it meant for feelings to be involved with that. I was starting to get there before, but I was still in denial. Telling myself I imagined things. Anything, so long as I didn’t have to admit I’d lost control of my feelings.
Now, I don’t have to fight. And I’m lost, lost in her.
But it isn’t scary. I don’t feel fear or confusion. Only the deep sense of belonging. Of finally reaching home.
And when I lift my head and look down at her—flushed and breathless, the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen—I know she feels the same way.
EPILOGUE
MIA
So much has changed in such a short time. I can hardly believe it when I look back on the beginning of last semester—I was so nervous, so sure everybody was staring, that Zeke and I were developing a reputation around campus. I dreaded it.