Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 137077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
And all the while, we can create a lifetime full of moments, stacking them up as we make the most of every second we have.
So, with a vow to accept his love for Michelle, his priority of Grace, and the depth of his feelings for me as all important parts of who he is, I wrap my pinky around his. Surprised, he winds his back and we stay like that for a second, our eyes locked on each other.
“I love you, Riley,” he whispers. “It scares the shit out of me, but I’ll do whatever it takes. I would risk everything for you.”
“I love you too. And I would never ask you to risk a thing for me.”
He pulls my hand toward his mouth, but pauses, his eyes lifted to mine. “That’s why I would.” And then he presses a kiss to the back of my hand. I can feel the promises he’s making as his lips leave an invisible mark on my skin.
Cameron
I can’t believe I almost ruined this. But I’m so glad that Riley has a forgiving heart and an understanding mind. I didn’t fix this. Riley did, just by being herself.
Keeping ahold of her hand, I bring it to my chest, wanting her to feel my pounding heart. It beats for her now.
Slowly, I bend forward, wanting to seal this promise we’ve made with a kiss. I want to seal it with more, but I’ll start with a kiss. She lifts her chin, her eyes searching mine, but she’ll find no doubt, no hesitation. All obstacles holding me back have been smashed through and lay in ruins around us, and there’s only endless possibilities now.
When our lips meet, I feel Riley sigh into me, like she’s finally trusting me enough to fully relax into what we could be. I hate that I hurt her, and I will press promises into every inch of her body, each one a vow that she will never have reason to doubt my love for her again. I will work to be worthy of her every day for the rest of my life, to make her feel safe and secure in me, to know that she has a home in my arms and that she lives in my heart.
I cup her jaw, letting the tips of my fingers tease into her hair, and claim her mouth more fully. I press kisses over to her ear and tease the lobe with my teeth, then work my way down her neck. When my progress is halted by her nightgown, I reach down and gather the fabric into my hands. I meet her eyes for a moment, see her lips tilt up at the corners, then pull it over her head, leaving her in her panties.
She is so fucking gorgeous. Even without all the adornments that I enjoy so much—her jewelry, the occasional glasses, the colorful hair—just her alone, in nothing but her skin, is beauty personified. With how she’s sitting, her hips seem whiplash worthy and her waist begs for my hands, but it’s her tits that call to me, the nipples already pearled up and hard, inviting my touch. I let my finger drift down her sternum, feeling her arch for more.
I take both nipples at the same time, one with my mouth and the other with my hand, and feel Riley’s arms wrap around me, holding me to her. But I’m not going anywhere, and neither is she. Never again.
I switch sides, licking a circle around her other nipple and then sucking it hard and deep into my mouth. Her entire breast is so small, I could probably engulf the whole thing at once and with that in mind, I suck her even harder. I nip at the sensitive tips of her breasts, wanting them to remember I was here with an achy, pleasurable pain, and then I push her back on the bed.
This bed she’s cried in, I will fill with bliss. I will make her come so many times that she only has those memories of this place. I keep my eyes on her, watching as she wiggles out of her panties while I take my jacket and then my shirt off. I push off my shoes and socks but leave my slacks in place. I need that barrier or I’m going to simply bury myself in her.
We’ll get to that, but I have penance to pay. Not that she demands it, but I want to give it.
I lay over her, our chests pressed together, and her silky soft skin on mine feels like heaven. I resume my previous plan of kissing every inch of her body, starting by pressing my lips to her fingertips, one by one. Up her hand, to the tripping pulse at her wrist, and then the inside of her elbow where she giggles, ever so slightly ticklish there. I pin her hands to the bed, silently commanding her to let me apologize this way. She doesn’t fight me at all, grabbing the sheets in her fists and holding herself in place too.