Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
I sucked in a breath as he put his face against the white lace of my underwear and breathed me in. I let out a small whimper. I was already wet.
He hooked his thumbs into the sides of my underwear and brought them slowly down my hips and let them drop to the floor as he looked up at me.
For a minute, he stilled and rested his cheek against my stomach, his hands gripping the backs of my thighs. I ran my fingers through his short, soft hair as I watched him. His eyes were shut and there was this expression on his face that I couldn’t exactly read. It looked sort of worshipful, and partially pained. I wanted to ask him what he was thinking, but before I could form the words, I caught sight of us being reflected in the mirror over the fireplace in the open family room area. When I focused on the view of me, no pants on, and Carson kneeled before me with his head now moving lower between my thighs, the sight of it made me lose all focus, a gasp escaping my lips.
Carson urged my legs apart and I cried out when I felt his tongue dip into me from below.
“Oh God,” he whispered. “The way you taste…it’s like a drug.”
And then he nipped my clit as I cried out with the ecstasy of it, pressing gently on his head to urge him on. “Please don’t stop,” I begged.
I felt his smile. “As if,” he murmured. And then his tongue began circling slowly on the swollen, little bundle of nerves, and I gripped the counter behind me and pressed more firmly against his face, unabashedly seeking my own pleasure.
“Oh, Carson,” I breathed as he grasped my thighs more tightly and pulled me even tighter against his face.
The pleasure built higher and higher as I watched the mirror in front of me through half-closed lids. The combination of sensory input was so overwhelming that when my orgasm hit, it was fast and hard, and I screamed out Carson’s name as I pressed into his mouth.
He lingered, turning his head and kissing my thighs, and then my hipbones, his lips fluttering over my skin as I came back to reality. But then, he bent his head back and smiled, and it looked slightly wicked. I would have laughed if I’d had the wherewithal, but I didn’t. All I knew was that I liked that look very much and whatever plans were behind it.
He stood and quickly stripped off his jeans, and before I could even form a coherent thought, he had lifted me onto the counter, so that I was at the very edge, grabbed a condom off the kitchen island, ripped it open, and rolled it on. He pressed into me, filling me completely. Oh.
I braced my hands behind me as he started pumping into me relentlessly. He took my face in his hands and kissed me, his tongue thrusting into my mouth in tandem with the thrusting of his cock.
When he pulled away from me and pressed his face into my neck, I watched the mirror behind us again, this time watching the beautiful sight of his muscular ass contracting as he moved in and out of me. It was carnal and beautiful, and I couldn’t look away.
His breath hitched and he began panting into my neck, moaning my name when his orgasm hit him.
He circled his hips slowly, milking his pleasure and when he brought his head up, there was a lazy smile on his face. I liked that look too. So beautiful.
He kissed me again, deeply and tenderly, and then he pulled out of me and placed me back on the floor.
Fifteen minutes later, soup and sandwiches had never tasted so good.
We talked long after we had eaten, sitting at the counter as we held hands, chatting about non-specific topics: sports, entertainment, the world, why my family golden doodle continued to eat socks. We laughed so much I snorted, and then we laughed some more, and somehow in the back of my mind, I knew that our shared laughter, as much as our shared attraction, meant I had chosen well.
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Carson
Later that night we made dinner together, chatting some more and just enjoying each other’s company. I hadn’t been this happy in… I’d never been this happy. There was a lot of stress waiting for us back in Vegas and so I was mindful to appreciate every moment of getting reacquainted with her and letting the feeling that we were right settle into my soul. I hadn’t been wrong when I had thought that having her with me would make me stronger—stronger for Josh, stronger for everything.
I opened a bottle of wine, and we drank as we cooked, laughing and touching. I couldn’t keep my hands off of her and it seemed like she felt the same way. Maybe we were making up for lost time or maybe I just needed to keep reminding myself that she was here with me. Touching her gave me comfort, grounded me to the here and now. But I also loved that we never ran out of things to say. I loved her insights and respected her opinions. She was more black and white than me on some topics and so we discussed them passionately, each persuading the other on a few points, and ending the debate with an even more passionate kiss. This was what life with her would look like and I couldn’t fucking wait to live it.