Total pages in book: 227
Estimated words: 220940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1105(@200wpm)___ 884(@250wpm)___ 736(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 220940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1105(@200wpm)___ 884(@250wpm)___ 736(@300wpm)
I can feel her heart hammering along with mine. “Weak at the knees for me?”
She peeks up, unable to hide her smile. And I just have to kiss her. Softly. Slowly.
“I needed that,” I whisper, finally letting go of my dick.
Pearl looks down her front to the mess I’ve made, my spunk trickling down her leg. I grab a cloth and kneel, catching the trail and wiping up to her stomach, around, and across her boobs. “It went nowhere near my chest,” she says, giving me a playful dirty look.
“It didn’t?” I pout, reaching for one and cupping it. “And I thought I was a good shot.”
She bursts into laughter, forced to reach for my chest to hold herself up, and I can do no more than support her while she falls apart, smiling. Because her laughter, her smiles, bring me immeasurable contentment. “You done?” I ask, looking down at her head, feeling her body jerk.
“Yes,” she says, assertive, moving away from my chest. I admire the beautiful mess of her face—her hair stuck to her wet cheeks, her nose red, her lashes wet and sticky. Gorgeous.
“You sure?”
She’s off again, collapsing forward, laughing her fucking tits off as she clings on to my front. I snake an arm around her lower back and look at us in the mirror. Me holding her up. Supporting her.
No longer alone.
“I’m sorry,” she wheezes, out of breath, attempting once again to face me, the odd giggle escaping. She’s sorry? “I’m okay now.” Her lips press together, trying to hold back an encore of laughter.
“Shall we have that bath?”
Her nod is jerky, her lips becoming white, her cheeks red. She’s going to burst a fucking blood vessel soon.
“Let it out,” I order, and she breaks out all over again, complete, uncontrollable laughter. It’s a vision, a sound I adore, but it also makes me wonder when the last time she laughed so freely was. I hold her, reaching for the tub and feeling at the water, wincing when freezing cold water hits my hot skin. I look at the tap, seeing I’ve turned the damn thing the wrong way. “Shit.” I reach for the plug to drain it as Pearl laughs like a hyena in my arms, but I pause for thought, looking down at the back of her head. I smile. Leave the plug where it is.
Pick Pearl up and lower her into the water.
Her intake of breath is ear-piercing. “Oh my God, Brad!” Water splashes everywhere as I release her and get out of the way of her flailing arms and legs. “Fuck!” She shoots up and I briefly admire the puckering of her nipples before I’ve got freezing cold water being splashed at me.
My arms come up, like they can protect me from her attack. “Pearl,” I yell over my laugh. Fuck, that really is cold. “Pearl, stop it.”
“You arsehole!”
I move in, seizing her around the waist, and she screams as she falls over my shoulder, sending more water everywhere.
“Brad! Oh my God!”
I jolt when she slaps my ass. “Calm down.” I chuckle.
“I’m so cold!”
I face the mirror, lowering her to her feet, and turn her toward it too. Her eyes find mine as I crouch behind her and drag her wet panties down. She lifts one foot. Then the other. I slide my palm up her inside thigh, watching her chest expand. Slipping two fingers into her sex, I smile playfully. “Not so cold here.” The heat of her sucks me in for a moment as I rise and free her of my touch.
Her lips roll, her eyes mischievous. “That was mean.”
I reach for her breast and squeeze her nipple. “I’m sorry.”
She slaps her hand over mine. “Are you?”
“Yes.”
“Prove it.”
“How?”
I expect a demand to pleasure her, touch her, or kiss her. She looks at the bath, and I smile, crowding her and kissing her, pinning her naked body to mine, warming her up. “You want me to get in the cold tub, gorgeous?”
“Yes.”
“Fine.” I release her and get in, lowering into the water. It’s nothing. I’ve been out on the water at the crack of dawn in every month of the year. She pouts. “Come,” I say, offering my hand. “It’s mind over matter.”
She looks doubtful, but it speaks fucking volumes that she takes my hand. I love the trust she has in me. She steps in, breathes in, and curses under her breath. “Hurry up,” I beg. “My balls are shrinking by the second.”
She releases a sharp puff of laughter with her outward breath, losing her footing halfway down to her ass. “Brad!” She’s once again laughing, and she lands on her ass with a thud and a splash, soon snapping her from her latest bout of hysterics. “Shit.”
“Mind over matter.” I arrange her legs over mine so she’s mirroring my position opposite me. “Lean back,” I whisper, drifting down to my back. She watches me. Just me. “Good girl.” I wrap my palms around her ankles. “Okay?”