Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 94860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Reveling in his attention to detail, I smile with my eyes still closed. “I was just thinking the same.”
I torture myself by forcing distance between us, knowing the reward will come shortly if I’m quick. Getting off the bed, I start tugging my workout pants down my legs and step out of them.
Jackson moves up the bed and sits like a king on a throne with his back against the headboard watching me. I’m comfortable being naked in front of him and letting him admire me, but that look on his face has me squirming in anticipation to return to him.
When he licks his lips, I lick mine.
He rubs his hand over his erection, and I slip mine under the baggy T-shirt I was wearing to paint in. Two can tease. Unclasping my bra in the back, I slip it off through the sleeves, leaving the shirt to hide most of my torso.
His breaths lie heavy in his chest, the sound of each one becoming an aphrodisiac to my ears. “Take it off, sweetheart,” he commands without remorse. Suddenly, the nickname doesn’t bother me anymore.
The cotton rubs against my nipples, and I bite my lip as my body awakens for him. The look in his eyes makes me think I’m dancing the tango with the devil himself. God, I’m so ready to sin with him.
I drop the shirt to the floor and then crawl back onto the bed. Taking hold of the cotton wrapped around his thighs, I say, “You won’t be needing these either.” I pull his boxer briefs down and toss them over my shoulder. Repositioning myself, I hover over him and whisper, “You know what we really don’t need?”
“What’s that?”
“I’m on the pill. What if . . .?”
Sexually, we’ve been exclusive since we started being together last summer, so I don’t have doubts about our history. We took tests a long time ago.
With confidence in spades, he doesn’t whisper, he growls, “You want to ride my bare cock?”
I seat myself above just the thought turning me on as the tip teases my entrance. “I want you. I want to feel all of you. And since we’re breaking the rules—” I sink down and start rocking.
A gasp escapes me when I’m lifted by the hips and brought down over his thick length. The pleasure buries the pain of the stretch he induces, both of us moaning in unison as my head dips back from the sudden intensity.
I lean forward, leveraging my hands on his chest. The sight of his pleasure is caught in his face. He closes his mouth and licks his lips again. “You’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”
“Is there a sweeter way to die than in pure ecstasy?”
He grins, sitting forward as I lift and fall over him again and again. As he weaves his fingers into my hair, there’s no fighting against his strength as he brings me in for a kiss. Our bodies slow, and each inch becomes achingly delicious.
With our mouths pressed together, he swallows every one of my breaths, leaving me panting. We rip apart, and I fuck him as he fucks me with the sound of our slick bodies engulfing me.
As he stares into my eyes, he’s a man with a hunger only I can satisfy. Our bodies move in tandem together and smoothly apart again. His hands move to my breasts and squeeze before one goes lower to slip between us and slide the tip of his fingers through my lower lips.
As I ride him, our lips reconnect, our bodies coming together—sliding, grinding, thrusting—until his finger finds and then teases the spot that makes me sing his name as it slips from the tip of my tongue.
I open my eyes just to see that look in his eyes again. He makes me feel like the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. He stares at me in awe and wonder, his eyes traveling my body as if I might not be real, and he’s afraid I’ll disappear. I’m sexy under his gaze, devious, and desperate for his touch.
It’s all too much to hold on to for long, and I don’t. I can’t. My breath is jagged, my heart beats uncontrollably, and my body hums, feeling so alive with him inside me.
Ecstasy pulses through my veins just as a growl surges through his chest. I cling to him, wanting him deeper, so deep that we lose sight of where my body ends and his begins.
I’m flipped onto my back. His head dips to my shoulder, his eyes closed and pumping so deeply that there’s no getting lost. I feel every inch of him claiming every ounce of me thrust by glorious thrust. It’s then that I know it doesn’t matter how much I want this to last all night. There’s no way to hold back. Not with him.