Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 130307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
As soon as he slid inside me again, I knew this was the jackpot.
My hips were lifted just enough from my knee being perched for me to slide my hand down and rub my clit in slow, torturous circles. Will balanced on the hand behind me while using the other to snake under me and fondle my breast. We both moaned when he palmed me, testing the weight, and then he was toying with my nipple and flexing into me in slow, smooth, steady pumps.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathed. “This. God, this.”
Will was speechless now, his face twisted up as he pressed his forehead against the back of my head. I was arching and reaching for him, and he seemed to be doing everything he could not to come.
That spurred me on.
I rubbed my clit with more pressure, rocking into my hand each time Will rocked into me. He was so deep, and he was everywhere — his lips kissing my hair, his hand massaging my breast, his cock filling me with enough depth to bring stars to the edge of my vision.
This time, my orgasm crept up slowly, like it wasn’t sure if I was teasing it again, like it didn’t trust me to let it loose. But the more it came on, the more it took over, the less control I had.
It prickled my skin at first, and then numbed my toes and fingers, working slowly toward my core. Heat battled with ice in my veins. Pleasure sparked so electric that I cried out, chasing the sensation, my hand wild between my legs as my entire body trembled with the effort to catch the fire.
And then the earth shook, a star exploded in the universe of my soul, and I came like I’d never come before.
It almost hurt at first, and I whimpered Will’s name as he grunted and kept his pace to drive me home. On the heels of that pain was the most consuming pleasure I’d ever experienced, the kind that swallows you whole and takes you to another realm. I moaned and screamed his name, begging for more as much as I willed it to stop — but the waves kept coming, crashing over me again and again until I was drowning and shaking and pleading for air.
“Fuck, Chloe,” Will groaned in my ear, and then he plunged deep, spawning on the last of my climax just as he caught his own. I wanted to live inside a cave with the sounds he let loose, to hear those moans and pants of ecstasy echoing off the walls of my heart forevermore.
I loved to undo him. I lived for that rush of power and pleasure as he spilled inside the condom, inside me, his shoulders taut, arms trembling, breath sawing in and out of him in uneven bursts.
Eventually, he stilled, and I collapsed into the bed, heaving and sweating and smiling like a fucking loon. I moaned when Will flexed inside me one last time, and then he withdrew, both of us hissing at the loss.
He rolled onto the bed beside me, and I creaked one eye open, smile widening as I took in the sight of him breathing so hard it was like he’d just played two back-to-back games.
“Jesus fucking Christ, woman,” he cursed, one hand on his chest and the other sweeping through his hair. He let his head fall to the side, eyes wide like I was insane. “I think you might be the death of me.”
I just giggled, kicking my feet with the soreness of him still lingering between my thighs.
“Thanks for the lesson, coach,” I said, lifting up onto my elbows to wink at him.
He groaned, thumbing my chin as his eyes raked over me. It had to be a sight — my cleavage against the bed, my face pink from being freshly fucked.
“Pretzel.”
“Excuse me?”
“That’s the name of the position,” he mused. “Pretzel.”
“Pretzel,” I echoed, and my tongue skated out to taste his thumb when he ran it over my bottom lip. “I definitely like that one.”
“I can see that,” he mused. “And the others?”
“I liked them, too.”
“I’m beginning to wonder if there’s anything you don’t like.”
When you leave.
The words danced on the tip of my tongue, twirling against the back of my teeth and begging to be set free.
I swallowed them down, instead.
We were quiet for a long while before Will made the first move, groaning his way out of the sheets before he was helping me stand, too. We showered together, and just like the last time, he washed my body and my hair as I moaned and leaned into his strong, gentle touch.
But as soon as we were dry, he was dressing.
As soon as he was dressed, he was gone.
And as soon as he was gone, my mind was racing, heart aching, every cell in my body warning me that I was lying to myself.