Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 65643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
“I do see you,” Destiny whispered, pushing up to her elbows. She reached for me. “Come here.” Her eyes were still heavy, but her pupils were huge, dilated with lust, and she was looking right at me. Her full, red lips shaped the word please, but I couldn't hear it over the rush of blood going from my head down to my cock.
I lowered myself onto her, pushing her back down on the bed and spreading her legs with one knee. She arched her back as I reached down to touch the sensitive nub of her clit. “Please,” she whispered again. “I want you inside me.”
I wanted it, too. More than anything in my life, but I wasn’t going to rush this. I wasn’t going to slam into her like a Mack truck and lose myself in her soft curves and silken hair. Not if I could help it, but my self-control felt like it was only a hair’s breadth wide. Instead of plunging into her I reached down and slid one finger in, then another.
Destiny moaned, arching up against my hand. I felt the walls of her tight warm channel pulse around my fingers. She was as tight as I remembered, but slippery with desire. I pumped my fingers in and out, watching the emotions play across her face. Her eyes were closed now, and her teeth were very white, biting down on her lower lip.
“Please, Garrett,” she whispered, her words trembling and fluttering. “I’m ready.”
“Are you sure?” I rubbed her clit with my thumb. I wanted her to come before I pushed inside her. I thought it would make it easier for her–hell, for both of us–but that notion was rapidly losing its appeal. I was so hard I wanted to explode. I was quivering with the strain of holding myself back.
“I’m sure,” she whispered.
Permission granted, I lined up my cock with her apex and began easing into her. I tried to go slowly, carefully, but when her fingernails bit into my shoulder and she moaned my name over and over like an incantation, I couldn’t help pushing harder. There was a brief resistance, I heard her breath bottle up in her chest as I pushed, and then I was inside her.
Destiny was unbelievably tight. Almost painfully. I pushed the rest of the way in until I was sheathed in her, then pulled out very slowly, giving us both a chance to get used to this new sensation. I’d been with my share of women, but it had never been like this. It wasn’t just the fact that she had been a virgin–it was something else. I felt connected to her in a way I’d never felt with any woman. Our gazes locked as our bodies began to move together. Our fingers curled together, my hands pressing hers into the mattress. I had the insane idea that I would remember this moment on my deathbed. That when I closed my eyes that final time, instead of seeing God, I would see Destiny’s face, filled with wonder, eyes luminous as the night sky, hair curling like smoke across the dark pillow.
And I’d know that I’d gone to heaven.
I bracketed her wrists with one hand so that her arms framed her head and cupped her face with the other. She turned her cheek into my palm, caught my thumb between her full lips. The double whammy of sensation made my hips piston faster in and out of her. Her breasts bounced as I did so, and she threw her head back, mouth wide in an O of ecstasy. Her moans were incoherent now, sometimes my name, sometimes a plea, but she wasn’t there yet.
I slipped my hand from her cheek and down the length of her body until I reached where our bodies joined. Keeping up my pace, I began to rub her clit, flicking it and stimulating it until she thrashed beneath me, her cheeks heating to a rosy, red even as her gaze went opaque with lust.
I felt her tighten around me, nearly throttling my cock, and then the microtremors of her orgasm rippling through her.
“Oh my God,” she whispered once, twice.
“No, just Garrett,” I reminded her, holding myself rigid, barely aware of what I was saying. I wanted to jackhammer into her so bad and reach my own release, but I wanted to make her come again first.
Destiny didn’t laugh. Instead, she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me even deeper. “Don’t stop now,” she whispered.
“Not for anything,” I swore. I began pumping into her again; long, hard strokes that made her toss her head back and forth, her teeth cutting into her lower lip again, her eyes squeezed tightly closed.
“Look at me.” My voice grated out as I felt us both nearing climax. “Look at me, Destiny.”