Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“Fuck.” She jerked her hips faster and gripped the sheet around her. “I need . . .”
“What do you need?”
“You.”
“You have me.” He added another finger, and she cried out.
“Your . . .” Her hand trailed up her body, cupping the breast he wasn’t touching. She pinched her nipple and moved faster against his hand.
“My what, Eloise?”
“Your . . . your cock. I need it.”
Faster than she knew what had hit her, Kiel had her flipped onto her back, reached for the nightstand and had the condom rolled over his erection, before slamming into her. She gasped at the sudden feeling of him inside of her and let out a low moan as he moved. His thrusts were fast, urgent. And he never took his gaze off her.
“Look at me.”
She did.
He gripped the headboard and used it for leverage as he moved inside of her. The sound of bodies slapping against each, the creak of her bed, and the smell of sex turned her on.
“Harder,” she begged him.
Kiel did as she asked.
He increased the intensity and speed of each thrust until he was pounding into her so hard the headboard rattled against the wall. He moved faster now, sweat beading over his skin and his breath coming in short gasps as he brought them to their climax. The sensation of pleasure built inside Eloise's body with each wave that crashed through her, threatening to overwhelm.
Kiel let out a growl before hammering even harder into her, making her gasp from both pleasure and pain at how deep he had buried himself within her. He moved his hands from the headboard and slid them up either side of Eloise’s neck, pulling him even deeper as she moaned louder than ever, letting him know she wanted more.
He delivered, taking them both higher until they came at the same time. She had never experienced that before, nor had she ever been brought to the brink of pain during sex. Eloise had asked, and he gave her what she wanted. He didn’t disappoint.
Kiel collapsed on top of Eloise, spent and panting for air. As they slowly came back down from their euphoria, he mustered the strength to roll off her. “Holy shit, Eloise. You’re going to put me in an early grave.”
Kiel and Eloise parted at the end of her driveway. He walked down the road toward the rental, and she headed toward downtown on her scooter. She would check in with her aunt later, after she painted for a while, but now that the sun was up and the rain had stopped, she wanted to capture the church and park for her next scene.
After parking, she ran into the coffee shop, ordered, and then found an empty tree to set-up by. This wasn’t her normal workspace, but she had an idea and needed the church as a background.
Eloise went through the motions of setting her easel up, adding paint to her palette, and finally envisioning what she wanted her canvas to look like. In her head, she saw the church—one of the oldest ones in the country—nestled in the background. Once she painted the focal point, she’d be able to fill in the rest as the idea flowed to her.
Halfway through, she hated it.
Nothing about it was right. It lacked life, the sun, and the warmth her other paintings had. She took the canvas off the easel and placed a new blank one up, and then closed her eyes. The first thing she saw was her location—she was in the wrong space. Her inspiration had come from being near the water where she could people watch and take in the excitement of discovering a new place from others. Where she had set-up, everyone was to her back, except for the small group of toddlers who rolled in the grass while their mothers or nannies drank coffee and sat on the park bench.
With a heavy sigh, she packed her things and walked over to the pier. Unfortunately, someone had set up in her normal spot, so she walked down to the wharf. It would be busier, and she was unlikely to get too much done, but she figured she could find inspiration in the people who walked by.
Eloise stood at the opening of the wharf and looked for a place to set-up among the historic buildings, adorned with colorful facades and maritime decorations. Sailboats and yachts gently rocked in the harbor. She tilted her head back and followed their masts, reaching for the clear blue sky. Boxes filled with a beautiful selection of flowers adorned the boutiques along the cobblestone walkway. The waterfront view was nothing short of breathtaking especially with the sun's reflection dancing on the shimmering water. She didn’t spend nearly enough time there.
After getting her tools out and ready to go, she got comfortable on her portable stool and began adding paint to her canvas. She didn’t have an idea in mind, not after the fiasco she created earlier. This one would be summer—whatever that meant.