Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
I arch and he presses me down into the mattress before spreading my thighs even wider. “I want all your sweetness. Do you hear me? All of it.”
His tongue returns to dance around my clit, licking me from top to bottom and then back again before repeating the exquisite torture. Any second, I’ll splinter apart, falling to pieces beneath his talented lips.
A whimper escapes from me as I writhe against him, seeking out more contact.
“Come for me, sweet girl,” he urges.
Those five words are all it takes for me to tumble off the precipice and into oblivion. And then I’m shattering into a million broken pieces as he laps at my flesh. It’s only when I float back to earth that he presses a kiss against my pussy and crawls up my body with heat filling his eyes. As soon as he’s positioned himself at my entrance, he slides into me with one smooth stroke and buries himself to the hilt. The feeling of fullness that radiates from my core is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. What I realize in that moment of intense connection is that nothing and no one will ever complete me the way Austin does.
His gaze locks on mine as he flexes his hips and rocks into my body. There’s a softness to our lovemaking that hasn’t been there since the first time, and I can’t help but relish it, knowing that as much as I enjoy his dominance, I like when his touch turns tender. Almost as if he’s cherishing me with each and every caress.
His elbows cage me in as his palms settle on each side of my head as if to hold me in place. It’s unnecessary. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here with him filling my body.
“I want to be the one who gives you everything you need.” The fierceness of his words and the force of his gaze arrows straight through my heart.
His movements are smooth and controlled with deep strokes that have need blooming to life within me. After orgasming only a handful of minutes ago, it seems crazy that my body could be ready to come all over again, but that’s exactly what happens.
Our gazes cling as the connection between us continues to strengthen, binding me to him in ways I never realized were possible. Our breath mingles, becoming one until the outside world falls away and it’s just the two of us. My legs lock around his waist, sending him deeper, fusing our bodies together in the most primal way possible. His jaw locks as his muscles grow taut as if it’s a struggle to keep himself in check.
When his cock bottoms out, my inner muscles clench. Unlike the last time, when it felt like fireworks exploding behind my eyelids, this orgasm is more subtle. Instead of throwing his head back, Austin’s attention stays riveted to mine. Our inhalations intensify as our bodies move in perfect rhythm.
That’s the exact moment I realize that my heart will always belong to him.
And I can only hope that he’ll hold it carefully in his hands.
DELILAH
The morning breeze slides over my cheeks as I stare out over the water. There’s something so soothing to be found in the motion of the whitecapped waves as they roll toward the sandy shoreline, one right after the other. It’s easy to understand how people sit and stare at the water for hours on end.
I’m tempted to settle in the sand and do the same.
Except…I’m impatient to return to the house and slide between the sheets with Austin before he wakes up. Unable to resist the lure of the sunrise, I slipped from our bed and quietly dressed before sneaking out the door. We’re only here for one more morning, and I don’t want to squander a single moment.
Who knows when I’ll be back again?
Although, next time, there won’t be any boat rides. I’ll keep my feet firmly planted on the shore.
And the sunrise had been well worth it, the horizon painted in vivid shades of pink. For just a moment, I’d actually forgotten that I lost my camera and reached for it, confused when my fingers slid through air. Once the realization slammed into me, grief crashed over me like a tidal wave, threatening to suck me under.
I should be thankful that I have a backup at home. The new Nikon Mom bought me is a nicer, sleeker version with all the bells and whistles, but still…
There’s something about the old one. Knowing that once upon a time, Dad held it in his hands, stared through the viewfinder and pressed the shutter button when he found the perfect shot makes me feel connected to him. Never again will I slide my fingers over the smooth surface.
“Hey,” a cheerful voice calls out, knocking me from the painful tangle of my thoughts.