Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
We rolled around the bed, laughter bubbling up as we playfully changed positions and relished in our bodies pressed together so tightly. As he bent me over the bed, standing on the floor as he pounded into me from behind, I looked back over my shoulder in the haze of our passion and ran my hand down his sweat-stained chest.
“Come for me,” I moaned.
His hands gripped my hips tighter, and the concentration that set on his face was intense as his eyes bored into mine. I kept myself turned halfway to watch him as his body tensed and his eyes closed. Another final wave of climax was building, and as he let out a roar and slammed into me, it crashed over me, sending me into a fitful, wild orgasm.
He came, hard, with me, and we collapsed into the bed together. As our heartbeats slowed in the darkness of the night, I let myself doze to sleep, wet, exhausted, and satisfied.
I could not believe I’d done that.
Waking up in bed with a man that I barely knew was not something I was used to. In fact, it was something that had never happened before. It was so far out of my comfort zone that when I first came to, I froze in the bed, unsure of what to do next.
I had only slept with one man in my entire life. My infuriating, asshole ex-boyfriend, who I refused to think of as much as humanly possible. He was my first and my only, having been my boyfriend for the prime years when most other girls were dating.
It just wasn’t me. I was extraordinarily monogamous. I could barely comprehend the idea of fitting one extra person into my life; I certainly couldn’t handle two or more. This was besides the fact that everything I’d gone through with my ex was caused by his inability to keep it to one girl at a time. Namely me.
Technically, there was nothing wrong with doing what I did. I wasn’t in a relationship, and as far as I knew, Kieran wasn’t either. That was just the problem right there. I didn’t know. I assumed, but we barely knew each other. One thing had just led to the other, and I bore enough of the blame for pushing it all to this point that I absolutely had no right to be upset about it.
This was just so beyond anything I had ever even thought I was capable of.
Battling my internal monologue, I rolled over and felt Kieran’s strong arms tighten around me. Suddenly, everything I had been thinking, all the potential negative feelings and guilt, melted away in the warmth and safety of his embrace. He was still asleep, and his breathing stayed slow and calm.
Maybe I could just let myself enjoy something for once?
Kieran groaned in his sleep, and I sighed. I was so comfortable. My eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and then before I knew it, I was dozing off again.
An alarm woke me up a little while later, the sun peeking through the blinds and the birds outside doing their daily symphony. I opened my eyes and looked up, watching as Kieran moved in his sleep but didn’t seem to wake. It was his phone, and I didn’t feel comfortable grabbing it to turn off the alarm, but I certainly couldn’t go back to sleep with it on either.
“Morning,” I said, placing a kiss on the center of his chest.
“Hrnh?” he said as he opened his eyes and looked down at me. He seemed to notice the alarm and reached over to grab it, shutting it off before laying his head back down for a second. When he lifted it again, he looked down at me and smiled.
“Morning,” he said.
“Sleep well?” I asked.
“Like a rock. Unfortunately, I have to get up. I have to get to work.”
“Oh. Too bad.”
“You could stay here,” he said hopefully. “I don’t mind. You can sleep in a bit and go home when you want or stay here until I get off work.”
“I’d love to,” I said and realized I totally meant it, “but I have to work in a little bit too. I should go home and change clothes first.”
“Ahh, okay,” he said, a note of disappointment in his voice.
I watched as he slid out of bed and started getting dressed, relishing in watching his naked body as long as I could. When he finally put a shirt over his rippled, hardened abs, I sighed and slipped on my own clothes. We walked out together and hopped into his truck. He dropped me off at my place and drove away after another lingering kiss, and I opened my front door, then shut it behind me, feeling like I was going to collapse into a puddle.
I had a few hours before work, and though I needed a shower before then, I didn’t really want to wash the smell of his skin off me yet. I wanted to carry it with me for just a little while longer. Plus, our night didn’t include a ton of sleep, and I could use a nap first.