Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
We’re never going to lose this. I know it in my marrow, and Sam does, too, a fact he proves as he nods reverently and agrees, “Forever should be just about enough time.”
“Just about enough,” I echo, love for him swelling so big inside me that it feels like my ribs might crack from the force of it as I add, “But only if we get started now. Right now.”
Holding my gaze, Sam reaches between us, fitting the thick tip of his cock to where I’m as wet and ready as I’m ever going to be, where I want him so badly. But still, for a moment, I’m not sure it’s going to be enough.
The initial breach is intense and the delicate skin around my entrance begins to burn. The lyrics to Johnny Cash’s “Ring of Fire” briefly echo through my mind. But almost as quickly as the burning rises, it fades again, banished by the delicious stretching feeling deep inside as Sam sinks into me to the hilt with a groan of relief that echoes through my bones.
“Yes,” I cry out, wrapping my legs around his hips, relishing the sensation of being so perfectly full of him, this person who’s loved me for most of my life. “Thank you,” I whisper, adding my arms into the mix, wrapping them so tight around his chest that he couldn’t leave me if he tried.
“You never have to thank me for sex, peach,” he whispers, wonder in his expression as he pulls back to gaze down into my face. “Being inside you is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Bar none.”
I shake my head. “No, I meant thanks for…” I gather my courage and say the scary part out loud. “Thanks for seeing me, the real me. And loving me, even when I was too stupid to realize I loved you back.”
“You are not now and have never been stupid.” He brushes my hair from my forehead with a gentle hand. “But I’m glad we’re on the same page now.”
“Me, too,” I agree, my breath rushing out again as I shift my hips. The movement causes the end of his cock to hit a new, very interesting place inside me, making me wonder…
“Hurts?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No. I was just wondering if I might like being on top.”
He grunts. “Now who’s the control freak?” Before I can answer, he’s executed a gold medal–level sex move, somehow managing to flip us over without his cock leaving my grateful pussy for a second.
I brace my hands on his chest and grin. “Oh, yeah. I like this better. It helps with the height difference. Now I don’t have to stare at your nipples while I’m getting railed.”
He scowl-winces as I shift forward and sink slowly back down on his cock. “I would never ‘rail’ you. That sounds horrible.”
“Don’t sex-shame. What if I decide I like getting railed?” I ask, experimenting with another wiggle of my hips, deeply satisfied by the way Sam’s lashes flutter in response. “Or maybe you’ll decide you like getting railed, when we’re in decade two of this experiment and bored by our usual sex stuff. You’ll probably be begging me to strap on a dildo and mount you from behind.”
His half-closed eyes open wide, filled with an equal measure of shock and amusement. “You’re not right in the head, Cho. Not even a little bit.”
I grin. “And you love that about me.”
“So much,” he agrees, cupping my breasts in his hands as I begin to move faster, swiftly finding a rhythm that feels…just right. “You are so fucking sexy. I’m never going to forget the way you look right now. Never.”
I feel the same way, but suddenly, I find my bantering skills impaired. Maybe it’s the shock waves of arousal flowing from my nipples to my core, making my body clench down around Sam’s cock with every stroke of my hips. Maybe it’s the way he shifts one hand to my hip, squeezing with just the perfect amount of pressure as he guides me slightly forward, deepening the connection between us.
Or maybe it’s the naked, vulnerable look in his eyes, the one that lets me see all the way to the heart of him, this man who loves me with every piece of him—body and soul.
Whatever it is, in just a few minutes, I’m back on the razor’s edge, gasping for air as our striving grows more urgent. I start to tremble, and my bones turn to jelly, but just as I’m about to collapse on top of him without the strength or bodily coordination to go on, Sam flips us back over and takes the lead.
With a grateful moan, I wrap my limbs around him and hold on tight as he thrusts deeper, faster, until there’s nothing left to do but succumb to the sexual momentum.