Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
I lean back on the bed, looking up at him, flashing him a seductive gaze and waving a finger his way. I spread my legs good and wide for him. “Well then. When you put it like that, how can I possibly deny you, Hank?”
His cock throbs in anticipation of what’s to come.
Hank comes down to the bed with me with another kiss, reaching between my legs and massaging me as he lines himself up. I grab his cock and pull it closer, urging him to push himself into me, to claim me. I’ve never wanted anything more than I want this right now.
Feeling him poking at my sex, I prepare myself despite my enthusiasm. Hank watches me as he begins to push in, so dedicated to not hurting me. It’s such an intense, immense feeling as he fills me, but of all the things I’m experiencing as he does so?
Pain ain’t one of them.
I must have been so wet and ready for him that my body offered no resistance, only encouragement. He’s steady, waiting for me to show any second thoughts, but I just nod. “I’m good. More than good. Fuck me, Hank. Give me everything you can.”
He grunts in affirmation, as I enjoy the steady friction of his withdrawal and him thrusting back in. Flesh against flesh, magic sparking up so wonderfully between us. It becomes a steady pace, and I’m yearning for him to give me more and more until I’m once again immersed in nothing but orgasmic sensation.
I buck against him, and he matches my pace. I nibble on my lip as the heat turns up inside me so suddenly and so quickly. My legs close around him, as do my arms, I’m so entwined with him, so driven to get more of him. I cry out louder and louder for him, muffled by the nonstop kisses he showers on me. We’re both so consumed by one another, our primal instincts taking control. It doesn’t matter that we were virgins before this, our love for one another and something deep within us have guided us the rest of the way.
All of a sudden, I’m rolling over him onto the floor. There’s barely a fall, and laughter the only comment to it. I’m on top now, but still keeping the fervent pace between us alive. I’m bouncing on him, my breasts swaying with the rest of my body, and he continues to fuck me from below, his hands going up my sides to grab my shaking tits.
The passion is so strong, and the energy between us so great, that all I want is for it to last forever. For him to keep fucking me like this, for us to feel this and only this for the rest of our days.
Unfortunately, we’re human beings. We have our limits, but at least those limits come with a wonderful climax.
One more bounce, one more thrust, one more rub of my clit. I don’t know which it is, but it sends me over the edge, my moans becoming screams and as I experience something so great that I know I’ll be chasing this feeling for the rest of my days. Hank is right there with me, pounding me from below, his muscles so tense and dedicated to our pleasure that he’s begging for release just as badly as I am.
Seeing me bend over backwards, arching within his grip, must have been the last thing he needed to hit his own orgasm. He cries out, and I feel the slight trembling of his cock inside me moments before he erupts and injects his warm seed deep into me. Everything I did to him comes roaring back to me, filling me to the brim and consummating our marriage the old-fashioned way.
It’s so sweet on top of everything else. I know I’m going to want more of it, despite the consequences. Or perhaps because of the consequences. I just want more.
More of this. More of Hank. More of love.
We’re sweaty messes on the floor, me still on top of him, him still inside of me. He runs his hands through my hair, and gives me a more powerful, intensely romantic kiss.
“I think you’re mine forever now, Fig.”
I nod. “Yep. Right here on this floor too.”
“Do we even want to get back on the bed?”
“And disrupt how good this all feels?”
“You’re right. We’re going to stay here forever. Just enjoy the embrace of one another until we starve and die.”
“I can think of worse ways to go out.”
Maybe not in the literal sense, but I am staying here, with him. One hundred percent, for the rest of my life.
I can’t imagine my future any other way now.
EPILOGUE 1
HANK
SIX MONTHS LATER
“So, just finishing up this checklist. The appropriate amount of exits? More than enough. Each of them with neon exit signs? Yep. plenty of smoke detectors and sprinklers? Looks good to me.”