Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
“Oh, oh,” she whimpers. “Tell me….”
What to do, I think she was going to say.
I somehow say, “There’s nothing…to… tell.”
All my sensations, my perception, my everything is fixated on the movement of our bodies.
The feeling of her pussy kissing my tip, then the middle of my shaft, and finally my base, squeezing me tightly each time, then quivering like she’s getting ready for an orgasm.
It’s like her body is talking to me.
I thrust myself inside her quicker, hypnotized by the motion of her curvy tits bouncing up and down, by her pussy quivering, getting closer, nearer…
“Yes,” I growl when I feel her almost all the way.
“I’m so close.”
“I know.”
“Keep doing that,” she moans. “That, that….”
But she can’t speak.
Neither can I, as I thunder up inside of her, pushing all the way into her pussy so I can feel the full force of her orgasm.
Her entire pussy clamps around my dick as though massaging me in return for the orgasm.
As my woman lets out the sweetest moan, her pussy sings to me, quivering around my dick.
I can’t make my thrusts gentle, slow like she asked.
I’m pounding into her as her orgasm gets more intense, her fingers digging into my arms, her body shaking as the orgasm touches every part of her.
I fuck her hard and fast, letting out the savage in me, our bodies clashing with loud wetness as her tits spring free from her bra and bounce with even more vivacity.
She screams, her pussy still pulsing with the orgasm, her eyes blinking open and closed as everything else fades away.
There’s just my woman, her sex, and the sweet kiss of her soaked heat.
There’s just the future.
And everything that comes after.
I collapse on top of her, my seed rushing right to the end of my dick, exploding with more pleasure than I’ve ever felt.
It’s a hundred thousand times more intense, knowing my seed is going right where it belongs, the only woman who matters, mine, mine.
“Mine,” I groan as she turns and finds my lips, kissing me, not caring that her juices are all over my mouth.
“Only yours,” she whimpers. “Just yours. F-f-f….”
Forever, she was going to say, but we’re both too consumed with the release to be able to stop and do anything except focus on everything we have on the release.
We finally break apart, panting, and then I grab her and pull her into my arms, wanting to be close to her always.
She presses her naked body against mine, her skin burning up, both of us covered in sweat.
“I don’t know what happened,” she says, tone awed as though it was a miracle. “I just….”
“I told you,” I say firmly. “You never had to do anything. You only ever had to be you.”
“I want to do it again,” she says, with a thrill in her voice,
I grin widely, moving my hand through her wild, beautiful hair. “And again, and again.”
“And again…,” she laughs in delight. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” I tell her, stroking my hand down her body.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SIX
Lauren
“Did you see me, sis?” Jimmy says, skiing to the bottom of the path and then stopping with a quick turn.
I grin at him from our table. Mom and I are sitting with hot cocoas, enjoying the morning as Jimmy, Dad, and Silas hit the slopes.
It’s been like heaven this past week since Dad gave his blessing.
I’ve spent so much time with Silas, lying in bed with him, tattooing him, talking of the future, making goofy jokes, and bonding even closer without anything to hold us back.
“You’re doing great, bro,” I call.
Jimmy grins, then turns and nods toward the mountain.
We’re on a private slope, a treat from Silas. The lodge is beautiful and rustic, with a view of the surrounding snowy nature.
“Look, Dad and Silas are coming.”
My gaze moves up the mountain, spotting Silas as he leans to one side and turns the corner to the final stretch. He’s moving so fast it makes my heart flutter quickly, as though our baby is already inside me, calling out for Daddy.
Silas crouches down, taking the final section as quickly as he can, his body aimed like an arrow.
Even through his coat and thick trousers, I can make out his solid muscles, his perfect form.
Dad glides down beside him, both of them racing to the end and coming to skillful stops.
Jimmy claps the handles of his poles together, laughing. “Amazing. You gotta teach me that.”
“Gladly,” Dad says, grinning.
“I could show you a few moves, too,” Silas says, taking off his goggles, his eyes glinting intensely as he looks over at me. “I hope we’re not boring you.”
“It’s beautiful out here,” I reply. “It’s impossible to get bored.”
He walks over on his skis. Mom conveniently stands at that moment, going over to speak with Dad and Jimmy.
I stand, looking up at my man with snow flecking his strong jaw, his silver hair glistening like the surrounding beauty of nature.