Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
While I catch my breath, he wipes off his mouth, retrieves a condom from the bedside drawer, and loses the boxer briefs. His dick is sizable. A little longer than average length and a bit thicker too. On goes the protection as his gaze wanders over the flush that’s coloring my neck and chest.
“I like that shade,” he says. “Why is your bra still on?”
I have removed brassieres daily since the age of twelve. Nearly twenty years’ worth of dealing with hooks and straps. But sex addled as I am, my fingers blunder about. The man’s mouth is dangerous, his tongue a hazard, and as for those teeth... There are no words. I almost high-five myself when I finally manage to remove the damn thing.
All the while he watches with amusement. “Well done, Leannan.”
“Shut up.”
“Such language.” He crawls up my body, taking a breast in hand and sucking on the nipple. “And not even a thank-you. Your manners are appalling. See if I eat your sweet cunt again.”
“I take it back and thank you.”
“Hmm.” He gives the same attention to the other breast. “To be honest, I had my fingers crossed. I will definitely eat you again soon. Now be a good girl and wrap your legs around me.”
Being no fool, the man doesn’t need to ask me twice. What he does do is take his dick in hand and line it up with my opening. Then his hips kick, and with one hard thrust, he’s buried inside of me. Such an overwhelming feeling of fullness. I gasp and he moans. The way he stretches me leaves room for nothing else. No thoughts. No worries. There is only him and me and now. My fingers knot in his hair and this is just a whole lot of him. His heat and scent and everything. It would be safe to say the “great sex” thing can be crossed off the wish list.
Teeth scrape over the soft skin of my neck and his whispered breath warms my ear. “We’re definitely missing dinner. Do you mind?”
“No.”
“Good.”
And with that, he proceeds to fuck me into the bed. My back must leave a permanent outline in the mattress. His hands hold me tight as he pumps into me fast and hard. First with a firm grip on my thigh, before inching all the way up to encircle my throat. How he gives me just enough pressure. A hint of a threat. A tease of control. He stares at me, and I stare back at him. Nothing else matters. We are one feverish sweaty mess. My hips rise to meet him, and my legs stay locked around him. The scent of sex fills the room. He swivels his hips and alters his angle, watching me all the while. When my mouth pops open, he gives me a manic grin. And he proceeds to hit the same spot over and over.
I rarely come once, let alone twice in a day, with hope for a third. But with his dick moving deep inside of me, stroking everything good and right, sensation spirals through me. The only things I can hear are the slap of skin against skin and the blood beating behind my ears. His hand tightens around my throat and it’s too much. The orgasm slams into me, making me gasp. My back bows and my limbs lock, holding him to me. Like I might never let him go. His hips buck against me. Then he buries himself deep and comes with a groan.
There’s this perfect moment. An instance when we’re one. Our hearts beat in time the same as our breaths. Then he carefully draws himself free and collapses at my side. The rise and fall of his chest are the only signs of life. I’ve never seen him so replete. He just seems serene for once.
He opens one eyelid and looks me over. “Sex hair becomes you, Leannan.”
“Thanks.”
“You’re very welcome.” The eyelid closes. “You haven’t changed your mind about dinner, have you?”
“No. Though you will have to feed me at some stage.”
“We can order whatever whenever you like. I’m extremely easygoing after great sex.”
“Great sex. You just had to slip that in there, didn’t you?” I stare at the ceiling, thinking deep thoughts. “Ali?”
“Hmm?”
“How many times in a night would you say you can do that?”
“Do what?”
For some reason, I can’t get the words past my lips. Maybe it’s because I’m naked. Maybe it’s because we just had sex. I don’t know. However, the only thing that matters right now is my hormones and getting more of him.
Both eyes open and his head turns my way. “Are you asking how many times in one night I can fuck you?”
I nod.
He smiles. “Why don’t we find out?”
Saturday
Something wakes me. No idea what. Alistair is in the big spoon position, meaning he has a face full of my hair. I, on the other hand, have his morning boner poking into my lower back. Like that morning at the hotel. Only this time it’s not an accident, and we’re both as naked as the day we were born. My smile is satiated. A great word to be using the morning after. All in all, the world this morning feels...peaceful. Which is damn nice. There is nowhere else I would rather be. Not even the Royal Portuguese Cabinet of Reading in Brazil and that library looks amazing. This might just be the best Saturday ever.