Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 140874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
“Is this mine?” he asked, hooking his two center fingers inside me, until I writhed under the pressure and could only gasp a desperate, “Yes!”
“And would you like to come again?” He pumped slowly, putting exquisite pressure on my g-spot. The bottoms of my feet tickled, and I moaned. I wanted to come again, wanted it desperately, and I rocked my hips against his hand.
“I want you to fuck me,” I panted. Across the city, the first burst of a shimmering green firework filled the night sky. Then another, and another, more illuminations than I’d ever seen before, even on July Fourth back home. Flashes of pink, purple and gold all clashed beautifully in their garishness, the cold, clean air making them more brilliant as they exploded.
I reached for the hem of my nightgown and whipped the fabric over my head before I could think too much about it. But in for a penny, in for a pound, as Neil would say. Or, as I would say it, go hard or go home. If we were going to have possibly public, possibly exhibitionist sex, I wasn’t going to hide my light under a damn bushel.
He laughed, not the dark chuckle of my dominating Sir, but the surprised bark that always told me when I’d caught him off guard. “Sophie, you’re absolutely filthy.”
I wriggled on his hand, his two fingers still buried in me. “You love it.”
“That I do.” His thick length pressed against my backside, and he mumbled into my hair, “I will even brave stand-up sex for you.”
He slipped off his boxers and bent his knees to align us. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down my slit, then found his mark. Our height difference made the position a bit awkward, but when Neil was finally inside me, I didn’t care at all.
He stroked my clit and my eyelids fluttered closed, but I forced them open again so I could see the glittering explosions across the bay. I couldn’t believe my good luck. I was with a man who cherished and appreciated me as a friend and a lover. A man who had loved me from the first time we’d met, and who’d proposed to me because he wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. A man who created splendid new memories for me every day, and this day would be no exception.
I rocked with him, watching the celebrations beyond the glass through a sheen of over-joyed tears. The slap of our flesh as Neil slowly withdrew, then rammed deep again set a cadence in time with our panting breaths. Under his fingers, my clit throbbed and tingled, and I was close, so goddamned close that I pushed his hand out of the way to race that last mile on my own. He chuckled into my hair and fastened his mouth to the back of my neck, sinking his teeth in. I shouted and slapped my palm against the glass as I clutched around him.
I’d barely come down when he pulled out and wrapped my hair around his fist, gently tugging me away from the window and over to the sofa. The sofa I hadn’t even sat on yet, but he was sure going to fuck me on it. I snickered at the thought, and he pulled me down to straddle his lap as he sat.
“What’s so funny?” he growled beside my ear. The tip of him brushed against my wet, wanting opening, and I rolled my hips, inviting just a little inside.
“The fact that this is the first interaction between this couch and myself. I feel like I should have at least watched some reality television on it before going all the way.” I slid down, and a strangled moan caught in my throat. He still took me by surprise sometimes. I rose up a little and bounced on my knees, testing the cushions.
He slapped my ass hard. His fingers dug into my backside as he moved me on him. “Well, better make it memorable, shall we?”
I leaned down to kiss him, with just the head of him stretching my opening. “Believe me, baby. I am never going to forget tonight.”
He pushed my hips down, and I exhaled shakily as I took him in. He was so hard and so thick, the pressure against my pelvic bone was actually painful. I squirmed as he held me, and he grabbed my wrists and pinned them against the small of my back with one hand.
“I don’t need my hands to make you come,” I murmured against his cheek. I squeezed on him in rapid flutters, then long, delicious tugs, and he dropped his head back. “May I make you come?” I wheedled softly, gently rolling my hips. “Please, Sir?”
“Oh fuck yes, I wish you would,” he groaned, his grip tightening on my wrists. With my shoulders back, my posture was forced up straight, my breasts thrust into his face. He sucked one tight, hard nipple into his mouth, teasing with the edges of his teeth as I worked my body in an undulating wave against his. The depth and stretch inside me brought gooseflesh to my exposed skin, and his hot, wet mouth reminded me too keenly of where it had been only minutes before. My clit was swollen and hypersensitive, and with every forward sway of my hips, it raked over his pubic hair and the wide base of his shaft. I strove toward the same peak, was almost there when he released my wrists to grip my hips and surge upward. I gasped, “I’m coming,” and he growled, “Don’t you dare stop until you do,” and then he broke, shouting and digging his fingers into my ass hard as I frantically pumped against him. The hot throb of his twitching cock inside me brought me over, and I ground on him, riding every last wave of pleasure as he muffled pained groans.