Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
When Rick gets a little wilder, I open my eyes and tilt my head up to watch him. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful than he is right now. His head is bent forward, and his long hair, which is normally neatly combed back, is flipped over his forehead and in his eyes. They’re closed, and his lips are moving, but he’s not saying anything. Maybe he’s just sucking in the air really quietly. I can’t hear him, especially considering that the running shower sounds like a roar next to us.
This is unbearably intimate, but he’s here with me, and we’re doing this. I’m honored it’s me. That I’m the one who gets to see him in this private moment of unguarded passion.
I watch him, touch him, and use my mouth on him until he tries to jerk my head up. He winces, and his jaw grinds hard, his teeth clashing together. “Aspen.” My name barely sounds human. In fact, it barely sounds like my name at all. I think this is the best way anyone has ever said it. “Aspen, I’m going to…”
“Yes,” I murmur.
“I seriously can’t…you’re going to have to…”
I make it pretty obvious that I’m not going to stop. I’m half terrified, but I want this with him. I want to give him something I’ve never given to anyone else.
The way he shakes is a moment I’ll never forget. I close my eyes and savor it. He’s gentle, even if I don’t need him to be. His hands cup my face, and he arches over me, shaking brutally before he comes in my mouth. His cock kicks on my tongue, and I swallow. Honestly, I thought it would be pretty gross, but it’s not gross. It’s different. I’ll say that. I should have known nothing about this man is anything less than beautiful.
It’s adorable how worried he is about me. After he’s spent and done shaking, he lifts me up and kisses my forehead, my nose, and my cheeks, and then full-on kisses me on the mouth. My whole body sparks up into a red-hot flame shower of burning incendiary delight. I would say it’s a pretty dangerous thing to do, but Rick is pretty used to living on the perilous edge of things.
He takes me into the shower while kissing me until I’m weak all over. The way his mouth guides mine, dancing with me and leading me into him—it’s an intimacy I haven’t experienced before either. His hands twine into my hair when we’re both in the shower. It’s as modern as you’d expect, with a glass door, an immaculate tile job, and a huge square showerhead that has the world’s most gentle and even spray. It looks like it’s never been used before.
Not that I notice it. I barely notice anything except Rick.
But I do notice that, of course, the water is still hot.
I’m definitely not a virgin, but I’m not the most experienced person in the world when it comes to sex either. However, I’ve never felt anything like this before. I expect to be hoisted up onto Rick’s hips and trapped between him and the glass while he fucks the ever-loving daylights out of me, but he kisses down my jaw, my neck, and my shoulders and then slowly spins me around. He takes my wrists and guides my hands over my head. My palms flatten on the glass. It’s been warmed up by the temperature of the water, even though it’s barely wet. It appeared clear before, but now that my palms are on it, I can feel the steam. I curl my fingers as though I can hold on.
Rick knocks my legs apart, not meanly, but not with the gentlest touch either. I don’t want gentle. I don’t want him to treat me like I’m made of glass because I’m definitely not. I arch my back and let my legs fall open. He makes a barely human noise, and then, thank everything in the universe, his fingers land on me.
I’m slippery and soaked. I’m probably so wet that my thighs are smeared with wetness. I don’t know. Now that we’re in the shower, I can’t tell. All I can concentrate on is the feel of his fingers gliding over my folds. He goes straight to my entrance and doesn’t stop. He pushes two fingers in, just a little bit. It stretches me, and it burns so fucking good.
“More,” I groan.
“Like this?” Rick apparently likes to be mean sometimes because the heel of his palm comes down on my clit. Well, no, that’s not mean. He’s not rough. But he knows exactly how to make me wild and not give me everything I need all at once.
I can imagine him entering me in twenty different ways, which is shocking as I’ve never had such vivid, shocking images go through my brain. But right now, I’d like every single one of them if Rick is going to do them. I’m so far gone that I’m panting. I’m going to thrust myself back and make him put his fingers inside me, or I’m going to thrust myself forward onto his hand and make him please me that way.