Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
I want to take my fingers away and fill her with my tongue, but as soon as I press on her clit again, her walls clench around me, and I know she’s coming. Her body stiffens, and then it’s like she’s fighting me instead of riding it out, but she’s not fighting to get away. She’s fighting to get closer. It’s a little bit violent, and it surprises the hell out of me, but it’s also hot. It’s just as hot when she makes the smallest sound right when her muscles start to shake and when she pushes even harder off the headboard and into me.
She pushes so hard that the headboard knocks against the wall. I thought the bed was so sturdy that if the ceiling of this brick building caved in, it wouldn’t have moved the bed an inch, but this petite woman just did the impossible.
She does it, though, doesn’t she, the impossible, and with the utmost ease.
“Don’t stop,” she pants and begs, pressing the headboard into the wall again. “Fuck—Mont—harder.”
I don’t know what makes me look up since there’s no noise or warning. Maybe I just want to watch her face as she’s climaxing, or I’m still amazed she could move the headboard. Or maybe it’s just fate that I’m here to save her because I think that, in a way, she might have saved me when I didn’t even know I needed it.
Whatever it is, the universe is on my side.
At the exact second, it happens, and I watch the mount of the sheep’s butt tear out of the wall above the bed. I also thought nothing short of a blast could move the beast, but it’s definitely moving now.
“Holy Christ.” I snatch Evilla’s hand and yank her toward me. I catch her in my arms, spin her around, and cover her with my body just as the mount comes crashing down on the bed. It hits the headboard and bounces forward, straight onto the bed. It sways for a moment, then falls face down, sheep’s ass cheeks first.
Evilla shrieks and clutches at my shoulders. She presses her body tightly against mine, her hands clawing at my shoulders. I think she’s terrified, but then I realize she’s trying to yank me out of the way. I’m far enough back, but I’m the one who would have taken the impact if I wasn’t.
We both look at each other. Her eyes are blown out and heavy-lidded, and her whole face is flushed. It makes her freckles appear more than just a light dotting over her nose. There are a few on her forehead and chin that I never even noticed. She looks at me, hazy and off-balance, and I stare back at her. I don’t know who starts laughing first.
“Holy shit,” she mutters, giggling between the words. “Between the hornet stings and the almost murder by the sheep’s butt, I’m not sure the universe wants us to be doing this.”
“The hornet sting brought us here. The sheep’s butt just wanted us to change position.”
“That’s quite a sign,” she says with a sigh.
“The headboard knocking against the wall likely dislodged it. I must not have put it back up correctly when I remounted it after the renovations. Or the anchors just finally gave way, and that little bit of movement on the wall was the last straw.”
“I’m glad you saved me from being decapitated by a sheep’s rear. That would have been an embarrassing way to go.”
A bit of plaster falls out between the two bricks and drops to the bed. It hits the mount and stays there, crumbled up and dusty. We both look at it and then back at each other before we both burst out laughing again.
“Doesn’t everyone say that death during sex is the sweetest kind of death?” Evilla tugs her dress down and pulls her top up.
Yeah, my thoughts exactly. What a mood killer.
But also, my lord, what a statement.
No one could accuse her of ever being predictable. “Oh this?” She reads my thoughts and motions to her dress. “I just thought there’d be cleanup involved now that the sheep’s arse is down for the count, and there’s a huge gaping hole in the wall. Then, after, we’d get back to…you know.”
“Or we could save it for next time,” I offer.
“Nonsense! You’re probably horny as all hell!”
That’s bang on. Maybe it’s a little too bang-on since we’re not going to be banging on. I don’t want to get shy, but it happens anyway. When I get shy, I get awkward. I don’t know what to do with my hands, my arms, and this giant, raging hard-on. At least that is contained in my jeans. My arms and hands are just hanging here now, even though I want them wrapped around Evilla. That seems like a good use for them, even if I’m just holding her. I didn’t know doing that one simple thing with someone could be so special.