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)
I throw my head back, straightening up and rolling my hips over and over. I’ve probably gone full-on wanton, but at this point, I don’t care. I’m aware of my loose hair trickling down my back and Darius’ powerful body moving in tandem with mine. He’s all pent-up energy and unleashed strength, and he’s doing it for me, keeping himself in check for me.
“I can feel you pulsing around me,” he groans, talking dirty to me again, telling me the truth, and making me so damn hot that I’m an inferno of flames. I grasp his hips tightly with my thighs and dig my heels into the floor. My knees are scalded by the rug, and I never thought it would count, but maybe I’m earning some points, too. My fingers dig into Darius’ chest, and at this point, all I can do is hang on against the onslaught of pleasure rolling up, curling up, and roiling inside me, a storm about to crash over me that I can see coming this time.
I do see it coming, but the storm gets to me long before I expected it would. It cracks over me, dousing me in a deluge of rain that is hot—so, so hot.
I’m coming over and over again, the heat battling me, or maybe I’m battling it. My body is closing around Darius, pulsing around him, and breaking around him like the storm is breaking over me. He’s thrusting harder, and I can feel him through the haze of pleasure and the thick soup of my brain. I can hear him roar as he comes, and he’s all tight heat inside me. He’s still throbbing so deep that I don’t think he can get any further. The condom keeps me from feeling all of his release, but it still steals my breath, experiencing how glorious he feels below me and how he fits in every way despite all my doubts earlier.
I let all the pent-up emotion I’ve been keeping in for all these years spill out of me on a long exhale before I fold myself forward, collapsing onto Darius and pressing my forehead against his. His hands caress my back, soothing me silently and asking me if I’m okay. I nod just once against him. Our foreheads are kind of clammy together, but I don’t mind it in the least.
He gives me a few minutes to recover, and he’s so careful in helping me off of him. He’s still hard, which is crazy. He circles my waist with one arm and lifts me up. I can’t believe his strength as he hoists me into his arms and sets me down gently on one side of his bed.
“Can you stay for a minute?” he asks.
“I’ll stay all night if you’ll let me.” I didn’t mean to say that, but we don’t have much of a night left anyway since it’s probably four or five in the morning now.
“I’ll be right back,” he says.
He goes into the en suite bathroom to clean up. I hear water running, and then he’s back with a warm washcloth in hand. My thighs are soaking wet, and my knees are indeed a bright, glistening red. I’m so sore between my legs that I could scream, but it’s a good scream and a good kind of soreness that I’ll probably feel all day.
“It’s okay. I don’t need that.” I’m content to just pull the sheets over myself and let the soreness linger.
He goes back into the bathroom and comes back empty-handed. I’m so happy when he gets into bed that my throat closes up, and my nose burns with unshed tears. I know this is like post-coital bliss or whatever term people use for it. Afterglow or whatever. I’m just being sentimental because of the orgasms.
I know that’s a lie. I don’t have to tell myself lies, and it’s okay to let myself do this. I think.
“We need to talk,” I whisper as he slips his arms around my waist and pulls me close. I tuck my bare bottom up against his groin, and he groans and then groans again when I wriggle away and come back. I realize maybe that isn’t the best position, given he’s like petrified steel at the moment, so I flip onto my side, draping an arm over him and placing my cheek on his chest. “Should I take care of you?”
“Like right now? In that way?”
“Yeah. And you know what way,” I say.
“No.” He runs his fingers through my hair, gently finger-combing the strands. “You’re exhausted.”
“But that feels like it probably hurts.”
“I’m okay. We’ll talk in a few hours after some sleep. Is that alright?”
That’s probably for the best since we’ve already said a lot. My heart is pounding, but the rosy, warm sleepy feeling is already sucking at my consciousness. I want to close my eyes, keep my head on Darius’ chest, and just listen to his heartbeat in silence for the rest of my life. “That’s alright with me.”