Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
His fingers threaded through her hair, drawing her closer until there was barely any space between them. She gasped softly, offering an unspoken invitation. His gaze dropped to her lips, then returned to her eyes, a spark of anticipation passing between them before he leaned in and let his lips graze hers in a tender, electrifying kiss.
Galvin’s eyes fluttered close and subtly tilted her chin toward Sail. Her lips were soft, tentative against his. He moved slowly, letting her set the pace. Not wanting to push her away or scare her.
Sail smiled against her lips when he felt her tongue there. He opened, letting her lead the way, giving her a moment of control before he took over. Galvin hesitated, but only for a bit.
She touched his hair, her fingers dancing through his silky strands while their tongues did their own version of the tango. Galvin sighed when he nipped at her lower lip. She gripped a handful of his hair and moved her leg with steadier pace.
Sail responded by flipping her over on her back and settling between her legs on. He expected her to resist, to push him away.
She didn’t.
Her legs widened, bringing him closer to her.
He rocked into her.
She gasped.
She fucking gasped.
Sail had to focus on anything other than everything happening below their waists. His lips left hers and while he instantly regretted it, she had so many places he wanted to kiss her. Taste her. He nipped, sucked, and kissed a path along her jaw, to her ear where he gave her lobe some attention before moving to the other side.
Galvin’s effort did not go unnoticed, as she lifted her hips and arched her back.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Sail rested on his elbow and cupped her breast. He was thankful she’d ditched the oversize sweatshirt earlier in the night and opted for a blanket. Maybe she knew this was how they’d wake up.
Her hands snaked under his shirt, her fingers digging into his flesh. She pulled him into her, although it didn’t take much effort because this was where he wanted to be. He kissed her cotton clad breast and about lost his impending load when her hand slipped beneath his waistband.
Should he tell her stop? Make them stop?
No, but if she tells me to, I will.
“Oh, fuck,” he cried out when he felt her hand wrap around his shaft. He inhaled and exhaled slowly to keep his breathing under control.
“Something wrong?” she asked in the most innocent voice he’d ever heard.
“Not a thing.” He plunged his tongue into her mouth and rocked in her hand. Her grip would tighten and relax, and then she’d almost send him to heaven when her thumb brushed against the head of his cock. Sail pumped his hips, fucking her hand, in ways he’d never imagined. He’d had a hand job before, but this was different. Galvin kept her firm hand wrapped around him and arched her back, making it seems like she was on the receiving end of each thrust.
Sail was close and tried to pull away, only for her to tighten her hold and look at him.
“I’m going to come,” he told her. “All over your hand if you don’t move it.”
“I am moving it,” she said, as her hand moved up and down his shaft.
“Galvin . . .” he groaned as his body tightened. Sail abruptly sat back on his knees, breaking their contact. His breath heaved as he looked down at himself and saw his the almost purple head of his erection staring at him. “I need to use the bathroom.”
“You might as well let me finish.”
He shook his head while yearning for her touch.
“I’ll be gentle.” She slid forward and pushed his pants off his hips. His erection bobbed freely and begged for attention. Galvin resumed her ministrations, doing so while watching Sail. This was by far, the most erotic moment of his life.
He gripped the back of the couch with one hand and his other dug into the top of her tank top, cupped her bare breast, and rolled her taut nipple between he fingers.
“Last chance,” he warned.
She moved faster.
“Fuck, Galvin. I want to be inside of you.”
She shook her head. “Maybe later.”
Those words, promising him of later, sent him over the edge. He came hard in her hand, pulsating until emptied. The hot, sticky, after affect didn’t faze Galvin. She stood, went to the sink, and washed her hands.
Once his labored breathing subsided, he bolted for the bathroom to clean himself up. Sail didn’t bother to look in the mirror, afraid of what he might see. The post glow face wasn’t always something to marvel at. In fact, he was pretty sure his face was still scrunched and pinched in places. Despite what people saw in movies, not everyone had sexy “come” faces.
He was one of them.