Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
That’s not the only reason this feels so good and so right, though. It’s part of it, but not nearly all the pull. I wanted to come in here tonight. I’ve wanted to come in here for days. I’ve wanted this so desperately since the kitchen. To taste him again, make him feel good, and come under his skilled hands and mouth.
Darius’ hand traces a pattern down my tank top, and he stops at the bottom, hesitating. “Is this okay?”
I wriggle into his touch, aching for more. I’m not wearing a bra, and my nipples are practically shredding through the fabric. He’s not wearing a shirt, and holy god, he smells delicious. He feels delicious. I’m almost at eye level with his nipples, which is optimal for making me feel like I’m already two seconds away from a climax that’s stimulated through visuals alone.
“Yes, it’s okay.”
He leans in, tugging my shirt off. It’s almost there, at my chin, when he balances wrong, and it pretty much rips off because he’s pulling away, or falling away, or something. I can’t see because my damn shirt is blocking my view of what’s going on, but I reach for him and catch only air. The shirt finally gives, wrenching off my face hard enough to make my nose and chin burn, and I see Darius wobbling on the edge of the bed. He tries to right himself and get his arm back under him, but it gives way—the shoulder that he says has no power in it. It doesn’t support him, and he tumbles down. I grab for him, and his hand closes around mine, which results in me plummeting off the bed to land right on top of him. He spreads his legs in a move that is pure reflex, and I land there, safely between them. I don’t knee him in the junk a second time, thank god, but I do look up at him, my laughter already bubbling out.
“Are you okay?” He’s purely concerned and furious with himself. As I slither my way up his chiseled torso, his hands wrap around my arms, and I have zero complaints about that contact. I’m not wearing a shirt either now, so it’s skin-to-skin contact, and skin-to-skin with Darius feels incredible.
The air goes electric as I look down into his dark eyes. They’re painted gold under the lamplight, but even still, his pupils are quite huge. They’re lovely eyes. The most lovely set I’ve ever seen. Even when they’re clouded with uncertainty.
“I’m good.” I wriggle against him, straddling him as his hands land on my hips. “In fact, I think it’s a great time to do the rug burn challenge.”
“What the hell is that?”
“I just made it up. There are so many other silly challenges, but this one would be good. I know it. It’s basically a challenge where we see who can get a bigger rug burn by fucking each other into the rug.”
“Aaahh!” he gasps, his voice all garbled.
I flush. Yeah, that was probably too much. I run my hand down his abs, which have been carved out by the hands of god, I swear, and trail my finger over the waistband of his sweats. I can feel how hard he is, how thick and long, and I’m straddling him, but not in the right spot. I have to scoot lower for that, and I make sure I don’t hurt him by accidentally bending things wrong. I scoot way back, hovering over his knees. Then, I tug at his sweats until they’re low enough that I can take him out.
I’ve unfortunately heard the term BDE before, which is extremely crude and not at all attractive to my way of thinking, but seeing Darius’, um, member, I finally get it. And it’s not at all unattractive on Darius. A little bit intimidating, maybe. Okay, fine, a lot intimidating because I didn’t expect to barely be able to wrap my hand around the base of him. Or that he’d be like…long enough to destroy me. Big is an understatement, and there’s most certainly a charged energy in the room.
“Holy shit,” I gasp, trying and failing to catch my breath and salvage a small amount of composure and dignity. “Uh, this is rather, um, shocking.”
“Jesus, Ev, your eyes are so huge right now. And not in a good way. I’m sorry. I was going to warn you. You can just put it back if you want. It’s all good.”
“It’s not all good! Put it back? What are you talking about? I don’t want to put it back!”
“Oh, I think I read the situation wrong. You just looked horrified when you saw it.”
I press my lips together because laughter right now would probably be misunderstood, and Darius’ happy stick would probably be offended. “I’m not horrified. A little surprised, maybe, but in a good way. What can I do to make you feel good?”