Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 126060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Amaranthe didn’t hesitate. She was still feeling the aftershocks of the orgasm, and the expression on her face was beautiful. Her eyes met his in a startled, shocked, nearly dazed wonder. Geno had to help her, his hands on her waist, lifting her, so that she sat on his hips, legs on either side of his.
“That’s it, baby. Go slow,” he encouraged. He once more fisted his cock at the base, making certain she wouldn’t go so deep, and there wouldn’t be pain or damage. He had listened carefully to everything the expert had said to him, and he was determined to ensure Amaranthe had the best possible experience. He was not going to get so caught up in the pleasure that he lost control of the situation. Still, it was the biggest challenge of his life.
Amaranthe’s heat hit the sensitive head of his cock and then slowly swallowed him. The fit was exquisitely tight despite all their preparation. She was slick and hot, very ready for him, but his girth still strained her capacity to take him. She took her time, allowing her body to adjust, using a little twist that sent flames spiraling through his veins. His fingers dug into her hip, but he didn’t take control, allowing her to go at her own pace.
She was incredibly sexy sitting astride him, undulating with little twisting hip motions to take his cock deeper, and then stopping to allow her body to adjust. Each time she stopped, he felt the grip of her sheath, that strangling silken heat surrounding his shaft, gripping like a thousand fists.
Her lashes fluttered, her breathing turned ragged, and the musical notes rose to a crescendo as she began to rise and fall in a rhythm, taking him deeper and deeper. At first, almost in slow motion, her body seemed to ripple to a beat that began to climb in pace—like a sensually moving dancer. It was impossible to take his gaze from her as she rode him.
He felt her heartbeat with every inch she took of his cock as she swallowed his girth and that silken tunnel surrounded him. Then she was moving faster and faster, throwing her head back and singing her little moan. Tentatively, he loosened his grip on his cock to allow her to sink deeper. It also allowed him to turn the overhead lamp on—to cast a shadow so he could see what she felt.
Hot pleasure rose like a tidal wave, swamping both as she rode him. Each jolt sent streaks of lightning rushing through their veins. Flames danced through them, arced over them. Rose higher and higher as the tension coiled tighter. Geno murmured softly to her, telling her he loved her, stroking caresses over her breasts, tugging at her nipples.
“Geno,” she whispered.
“Let go, Danzatrice Ombra, fly with me.” He flicked her clit as he whispered the invitation.
Her silken sheath clamped down on his cock, a hungry mouth milking him, pulling at him, determined to milk every last drop from him. Flames threatened to destroy them both, burn them to ashes. Colors flashed behind their eyes. Stars surrounded them. They floated together, bodies joined through their sensual experience and minds joined by the shadows.
Eventually, Amaranthe collapsed over the top of him, her head colliding with his shoulder, the movement of her body tightening her sheath even more around his shaft, sending aftershocks rippling through them both. Her breath was warm against his skin. Geno slid his fingers into her hair and held her to him, listening to the combined wild beating of their hearts.
“You all right, bella?” Geno murmured. He kept his eyes closed, savoring the feeling of the two of them joined together. Skin to skin. Sharing the same body. Sharing her mind. Feeling every beat of her heart. Already her body was relaxing around his.
“Perfect. Absolutely perfect.” Her voice was a mere thread of sound.
“Don’t go to sleep yet. Doc said you had to bathe with these special healing salts.” He massaged her scalp and then her nape, amusement creeping into his voice.
“I’m going to sleep. You can take a bath with the salts. I’m sleeping right here.”
He wouldn’t mind if she fell asleep on him. She didn’t weigh anything, but his body wouldn’t relax as he was surrounded by her heat.
Suddenly, she lifted her head, eyes glittering at him. “What do you mean, doc? You consulted a doctor? I did research on the internet. I thought you did as well.”
He did his best to keep from laughing. That little disapproving frown of hers was adorable, but clearly it was best not to say so. “I did research on the internet,” he admitted. “But I wanted to know I was doing my best for you.”
Very slowly, she rolled off him to curl beside him on the bed. The friction her tight sheath created sent a shudder of pleasure through his body.