Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“To Happily Ever After and shit,” I toasted, making Nova chuckle.
We each took another shot and then just sat there, looking at each other.
“You know—”
“So—”
“You go first,” I said, pointing at her.
“You know,” she repeated, grinning. “I haven’t seen you naked in a while.”
“You read my mind.”
She practically leaped across the couch and less than a second later her ass was in my lap and my tongue was in her mouth. It was fucking excellent. It was what I’d been waiting for since the last time, like a junky that needed a fix. Everything was better with Nova’s hands on me. The family drama I’d been dealing with and the worry over how my relationship with Nova had changed were gone.
Who fucking cared about any of that? All I could focus on was her.
“What the hell did we do before this?” she asked as I pulled her shirt over her head.
“Talked?” I replied, letting her tug at my shirt. “Watched movies? Went to dinner?”
“Boring.” Her eyes lit up as soon as my shirt was off. “This is so much better.”
“Agreed.” I reached back to unhook her bra and sighed happily as her tits bounced free. I face-planted between them, reaching up to hold them against my cheeks as I breathed her in.
Nova giggled and ran her fingers through my hair.
“You smell so fucking good,” I mumbled against her tits. “And you taste so fucking good.”
“Like soap,” she joked. “Yum.”
“Like you,” I countered, running my tongue over her nipple before pulling it inside my mouth. I tugged on it and her hips rolled against mine.
“I need to stand up to get my pants off,” she moaned as I ran my teeth lightly over her nipple.
That was a fantastic idea.
I helped her to her feet and yanked her pants down, taking her underwear with them.
“In a hurry?” she asked breathlessly as she kicked the pants off her ankles.
“I’m fuckin’ dyin’,” I replied honestly. I lifted my hips just enough to ditch my jeans and boxers and she was already climbing back on top of me as I sat back down.
“Condom,” she ordered against my mouth.
“Slow down,” I whispered back, sliding my hand between her thighs.
“I thought you were in a hurry.”
“To get you naked,” I clarified, closing my eyes in fucking bliss as I slid my finger inside her. “Now I wanna play a little.”
“Playing is good,” she said, her breath hitching.
“It is,” I agreed, pulling my hand away slightly so I could push a second finger in with the first. She’d been wet when we started, but she was soaking by the time my thumb brushed against her clit.
Her hips rolled and she sucked at the skin on my shoulder, making my dick jerk.
“Fuck, baby,” I breathed, reaching for my jeans with my free hand. “We may need to play later.”
When I had the condom in my fist, I reluctantly pulled my hand away, making her whimper. I’ve never rolled a condom on so fast.
Then, I was working my way inside her, inch by inch, and her hips were doing that rolling thing again, and her hand was between us working at her clit, and I struggled to breathe.
I came before she did, but thank Christ, I stayed hard long enough for her to come, too.
She slumped against me as I pulled the condom off and set it on the floor, unwilling to move her off of me so I could take it to the garbage. Goddamn, she felt good. We’d barely finished fucking and I still couldn’t stand the thought of her skin separating from mine. I wanted her tits against my chest and her thighs pressed to mine and her breath on my neck.
“You called me baby,” she said softly, not raising her head from my shoulder.
Fuck.
“I did.” My voice cracked and I cleared my throat. “Whoops.”
“I liked it.” She was so quiet I could barely hear her.
“Yeah?” Fuck, my heart was racing, and I wasn’t sure if it was from pleasure or goddamn panic.
“Maybe—” She paused. “Maybe we just keep it for when we’re in bed.”
My stomach swooped like I was on a roller coaster.
“Or couch?” My joke fell flat and I cleared my throat again. “Yeah, okay. Just when we’re naked.”
We stayed that way for longer than I cared to admit, cuddling naked on the couch. It was comforting, like a balm over the week I’d had. I ran my fingers up and down her spine until she shivered, then kissed her forehead.
“You’re gettin’ cold,” I murmured. “Hop up.”
She groaned as she climbed off me and bent down to retrieve her clothes.
“You stayin’ the night?” I asked nonchalantly as I pulled my boxers back on.
“I don’t have any clothes except these.” She wrinkled her nose as she swung her work pants from side to side.
I huffed and went to my room, grabbing her a pair of sweats and a T-shirt out of my dresser.