Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
He walked to the foot of the bed, keeping his eyes on her. “Spread your legs nice and wide for me.”
His blood heated in his veins when she parted those smooth thighs without an ounce of hesitation and gave him a perfect view of her pussy, pink and swollen and glistening with her arousal. A soft, coy smile curved her lips, and he was glad to see that she had no reservations when it came to her desires and what she wanted. That much, at least, hadn’t changed between them.
He moved onto the bed and between her splayed legs, pushing them further apart as he settled face first in between. Smoothing his palms along the outside of her thighs and up to her hips, he held her in place as he covered her with his mouth, sliding his tongue between the lips of her sex before thrusting deep and licking into her.
She moaned, long and loud, and twisted her fingers in his hair as he inhaled the peachy scent of her skin mixed with the womanly musk of her aroused body that went straight to his throbbing dick. Knowing exactly what she liked, and exactly what she needed to orgasm a second time, he sucked her clit, swirling and flicking his tongue against that firm nub.
She arched toward his hungry mouth as he continued feasting and licking and sucking, driving her higher and higher until there was nothing left for her to do but fall over the edge with a soft cry of pleasure. Her body undulated, the epitome of pure, sensual, uninhibited woman as she rode out her release.
When the intensity ebbed, he sat up on his knees. Skye was still quivering, her gasps slowly turning into indulgent sighs of satisfaction as she lay there in a limp, boneless heap. Her legs were open, the tender skin on the inside of her thighs marked and a bit chafed by his evening stubble. She looked utterly wanton, and he had the overwhelming need to be inside her.
To claim her. To own her. To make her his again.
He moved over her, catching her lips in a hungry kiss as he pulled one of her legs up around his hip and opened her even wider for his ultimate possession. The wet heat of her pussy anointed the head of his cock as it sank between her folds and then pressed into her tight, slick core.
She gasped against his lips and he groaned, feeling her slender body stretching to reacquaint itself with his size as he pushed into her, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt and right where he needed to be.
He lifted his head so that he could stare down at her face, so he could look into her eyes as he wrung even more pleasure from her body while he fucked her.
“So fucking perfect,” he said, his voice gruff as he started to move inside her. Slow and steady at first, but when she wrapped her legs around his waist and angled her hips to take him even deeper, the last remnants of his control unraveled.
His next thrust was a little harder. The one after that harder still. Each lunge and grind against her sex dragged an uninhibited groan from her throat that only spurred him on.
“More,” she whispered raggedly, raking her nails down his back as she tossed her head back against the pillow.
He wrapped his fingers in her hair to hold on as he gave her everything he had, driving faster, pumping infinitely deeper, the moment between them so elemental and primal. Instinct took over as they rocked against one another, completely in sync. Their movements turned frantic as the tension increased until finally, she cried out his name and her body shuddered beneath his, the clenching of her core around his cock more than enough to bring him right along with her.
Everything about Skye intoxicated him, and driven by the need to utterly possess her, he sealed his lips against hers and kissed her hungrily while waves of heat pulsed through him, followed by a long, intense orgasm that left him wasted.
He stayed on top of her for a long time, still inside her, both of their breathing ragged and his heart pounding crazily against hers. And not just from the exertion of rigorous sex.
No, this feeling was much more fundamental and intrinsic . . . because now that he’d had Skye again, now that she was back in his life, he was going to do everything in his power to make sure she stayed there.
Chapter Four
Skye woke up slowly the following morning, stretching in an unfamiliar bed and momentarily disoriented by her surroundings and the savory scents and muted sounds coming from another area of the apartment. Not her apartment, but Tripp’s, she quickly remembered as memories of last night came rushing into her mind. Those erotic recollections, combined with the way the muscles in her thighs ached, and how sated she felt, brought a smile to her face.