Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
When we kiss, it’s like he’s wordlessly talking to me. Or it’s like our bodies are talking to each other, singing out that the time for waiting has passed.
I try to tell myself we need to reveal the relationship to Hudson first, but then we’re kissing passionately, our tongues finding each other.
My sex rubs achingly against my panties, my clit bursting with pleasure, every signal I possess pointing in one direction.
“I love you, Della,” he says huskily as the kiss breaks off.
I gasp, my hands squeezing onto his sides, feeling his muscles pressing against me.
“You….”
He flinches as though he didn’t mean to say it. I wonder if he’s going to take it back, if he’s going to tell me the passion rushed ahead too quickly, but then his lips shape a smile and his eyes glimmer captivatingly.
“I love you,” he says again, firmer this time. “I loved you the first moment I saw you. When you were simply the woman on the bus, I loved you. I’ll never stop.”
“I love you too,” I whisper. “So much, Eli….”
His smile widens. “I love you, I love you, I love you….”
With each declaration, his hand slides up my leg, between my thighs.
I almost tell him to stop, tell him I need more time.
But more time for what?
I’m done running, done letting fear and the memory of flames and guilt and anxiety and all that crap dictate what I do.
I want a life with him. I want everything this is going to bring.
I open my legs a little, inching my feet apart.
He snarls as he pushes through my pants against my sex.
The pleasure runs up and down me instantly, making my lips rub temptingly against my panties.
He rubs quicker, his other hand wrapping around to cradle my back, holding me as I collapse against him.
I push my face against his chest, his manly scent washing around me, his muscles firm against my teeth as I bite down softly.
My pussy is so hot, and it’s already getting soaked. It’s as though the need to take this relationship all the way is thundering through me.
We’re doing this. We’re really, really doing it.
“I need you so badly.” He breathes warmly in my ear. “Come on, Della.”
He picks me up, just like he did in my apartment. But this time, as he carries me, I let go of everything holding me back.
“I love you,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and kissing him on the cheek.
“I love you too,” he replies and then laughs with a delighted sound. “I’m never going to get tired of saying that.”
He carries me down his hallway, as I imagine it lined with photos…or our future hallway, in our house or wherever we end up.
It doesn’t matter, as long as we’re together.
He places me on the bed, staring down with his whole body trembling.
“You are the most beautiful, sexiest woman who’s ever lived.”
I laugh, my smile so wide my cheeks ache. “I don’t think that’s true….”
“It is.” He climbs on top of me, holding himself up as he grinds his manhood against my sex. “I’ll fight any bastard stupid enough to say otherwise.”
He kisses me again, shifting his body, his trapped manhood grinding against my sex through the material of my clothes. I move with him, just like I did when he was licking between my thighs, letting my hips follow their natural path.
He leans back, staring into my eyes. “Tell me if you’re not ready, Della. Tell me now. Because my body’s telling me that I’ve only got one choice, and it’s to slide my virgin cock into your virgin pussy and fuse us for life.”
I moan, shifting against him, his words making the tingling in my sex even more intense.
“You’re the only woman I’ll ever need,” he says gruffly. “You’re it for me, Della. Forever.”
“I feel the same,” I whisper urgently. “I’m ready, Eli. I want it all so badly. But you’re so big.”
“Don’t worry.” He kisses my cheek tenderly. “Your body wants this, needs this as badly as mine.”
We kiss again, sinking into the sensation, and then he breaks off, standing.
“Get naked,” he says, with carnal urgency in his voice. “I need to see every single inch of your curvy, perfect body.”
His hands go to his shirt, grabbing it and pulling it loose. Buttons pop and fly everywhere.
I moan – I can’t seem to stop – as my hands go to my clothes.
I move quickly, ignoring the tiny voice telling me I should be ashamed of my nakedness.
The voice is so small now, almost silent compared to my lust's undeniable screaming.
Eli finishes undressing first, standing at the end of the bed, fully naked. His torso is huge, rock-hard, every muscle gleaming with sweat lightly coating his skin.
His massive cock is solid, the engorged end glistening with a dollop of precome.