Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 108905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
I wrapped my legs around his back, my arms around his shoulders. “I love you. And I love your cock, too.”
He laughed breathlessly, moving harder against me. “I love you,” he gasped against my ear, then sucked my earlobe into his mouth. I love you.
I hadn’t come since my date with Gena, and I’d lost track of how long ago that had been. It was just too exhausting, and most of the time, I’d rather sleep than masturbate. Now, though, I felt how badly I needed it. The thick base of his penis pushed with delicious pressure against my pelvis, and his coarse pubic hair rasped my straining clit. I wriggled my hand between us, and Neil rose up on his knees, grasping my hips in his big hands to move me back and forth with his thrusts. I rubbed my fingers over my clit, and I couldn’t stay quiet. Shouts of ascending volume and pitch wrenched from my throat as I came closer and closer to my peak. My cunt clenched and released in violent tremors around his cock, and I sobbed with relief.
I didn’t want to come down. I wanted to stay there, suspended in that perfect physical pleasure. I’d missed it too much, needed it too much, to let it pass so fleetingly by. Besides me, nobody knew my body the way Neil knew it. Sex with him was a hundred times better than sex with anyone else.
“Harder!” I begged, pumping my hips frantically, and he obliged, pounding me so hard that my sobs of ecstasy turned to cries of pain. My next orgasm battered me with shocks of pleasure, each one greater than the last, until I split apart at the metaphorical seams. He growled, “Ah, fuck, I’m coming,” and drove deep, tearing a startled shriek from my throat. I felt the hot, wet gush of his cum inside of me, and I wanted it to fill me up, to spill out of me and pool beneath me on the leather. I reveled in the obscene imagery, and as he pulled out, I couldn’t help myself. I reached down and pushed two fingers into my cunt, coaxing his semen out so I could spread it up and over my clit. It only took a few quick flicks of my fingers to bring me to the edge again, though my body throbbed there for some painfully long seconds before I came for the third time.
Neil sat back on his heels, breathing hard, his face red and covered in a sheen of perspiration. I pushed my sweat-drenched hair back and closed my eyes, needing to catch my own breath.
“God, but I needed that,” Neil rasped.
My muscles burned, and everything south of the Mason-Dixon Line ached. Worth it.
My eyes flew open. “Neil…listen.”
We both went still and silent as corpses.
Olivia hadn’t woken up. It was a miracle.
We cleaned up the couch then headed downstairs, dressing ourselves again in reverse order from that in which we’d discarded our clothes all over the house. In the kitchen, I rummaged through the cupboards for some bread and Nutella.
“I know this isn’t on my diet,” I admitted guiltily as I popped the bread into the toaster. “But I’m going to eat it, anyway.”
“Don’t apologize for eating, Sophie,” Neil scolded gently.
I snorted. “I’m not apologizing for eating. I’m apologizing for not being more concerned about not getting fat.”
He put a hand on my shoulder and turned me to face him. “Stop it. You don’t owe it to me to maintain some ideal weight. I want you to be happy, and you can’t be happy and perfect at the same time.”
I picked up the jar from the counter. “Yeah, well, it’s easy for you to say. I just spent half a year worrying that my husband wasn’t sexually attracted to me, anymore.”
His eyes clouded with uncertainty. “I made you feel that way?”
“You didn’t make me feel that way. I just…felt that way.” I shrugged. I wanted him to understand the difference, but it was difficult. Neil blamed himself for things he had no control over, just like I blamed myself in similar situations.
“Listen,” I began, a tired plea. “I know why we weren’t having sex. You have been through so much, and you’re still going through it. And you were awesome about giving me the freedom to fulfill my physical needs. There are just some things I can’t get from anybody else. It was easier to blame myself and my appearance for the disappearance of those things. It felt…less selfish.”
He nodded.
“You’re still going to feel guilty, aren’t you?” I asked, the corner of my mouth twitching.
He let out a resigned exhale through his nose. “I can’t help it. It’s too ingrained in me not to.”
“Well, can I feel a little guilty about the fact that we didn’t use a condom?” I winced and admitted, “I had sex with Gena. I forgot to mention it before…”