Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
I groan in frustration. “But it hurts down there. Please. Just a little touch.”
“Gotta get you ready to take my big cock, woman,” he says as he continues to tease me. He spends several long moments continuing to play with my breasts and by the time he makes it back to my mound, my head is thrashing against the mattress.
He finally stretches out over me, resting his weight on his forearms. The first glide of his cock through my soaked folds has me groaning.
“Please,” I beg, not caring that I am. “Take me, Amos. Give me your cock. Make me yours.”
My plea snaps his last bit of control. He aligns our bodies and thrusts into me in one quick motion, burying himself to the hilt.
I cry out at the pain, tears slipping down my cheeks. He feels so big but also so right. Like his body was always meant to be inside of mine.
His eyes close and he presses his lips to my forehead. “Forgive me, Lyla. I’ll make it better.” Then he’s in motion, slowly pulling himself from my body only to shove deep into me again. He continues his careful movements until the pain fades, and I begin breathing easier.
He reaches for my clit and I groan. “This is…” Everywhere our naked skin is touching, there are fireworks inside. Like every cell in our bodies are celebrating our perfect union.
“Come for me,” he grinds out, fighting for control of his own release.
My walls constrict against him as my orgasm barrels into me with the force of a hurricane making landfall. I scream his name seconds before he roars mine and collapses on top of me.
I like his weight, the way he’s anchoring me to the bed. But all too soon he lifts himself up, his gaze flying back to mine. “Are you OK?”
8
AMOS
Lyla giggles at me, her cheeks flushed. “I’m perfect.”
Her response eases some of the churning in my gut. I was too rough, too harsh for a first time. I promise myself I’ll be gentler next time, not a fuckin’ caveman pounding relentlessly into his woman.
Reaching for the ties, I undo the knots holding her wrists. When they’re free, I take her soft hands in mine and check them. There’s no broken skin or redness. I press a kiss to the tiny pulse that flutters at the base of her thumb before moving onto her feet.
Her ankles are also fine. I massage one, feeling the steady thrum of her pulse beneath my fingertips. “All good here?”
She eyes me sleepily and gives a contented nod.
I want nothing more than to crawl into bed and snuggle next to her. That’s not what she needs right now. She might not realize it yet, but she’ll be sore in the morning.
“I’ll be back,” I promise as I slip into the pair of blue jeans I discarded earlier tonight.
When I return, she’s curled up on her side and huddled under one of the blankets. Her eyes are closed and she’s breathing slowly. She’s so peaceful that I hate to make her stir.
I scoop her into my arms, nuzzling her ear. “Come on, honey. Your man is going to take care of you.”
She yawns. “Does it involve a quickie?”
I chuckle as I open the bathroom door and set her into the warm tub. “Afraid not. You need to give those muscles time to recover.”
I move to leave the bathroom even though I don’t want to miss the sight of her in my bathtub, sitting there topless and sleepy.
“Stay with me?” She asks, adjusting the rolled-up towel I gave her to rest against.
“Give me a moment,” I say before leaving for my room. I change the sheets and blankets that are soaked from our sweaty session together, putting clean stuff on.
If this were a one-night stand, I wouldn’t think twice about this shit. But this is Lyla. I want her to be comfortable and happy when she’s in my space. Hell, I want her to be comfortable and happy no matter where she is.
When I’m done with that, I return to the bathroom and pass her a mug of herbal tea. I know from camping out together that she always drinks a glass of the stuff before bed.
She sips the beverage and gives me a smile as I settle onto the cold bathroom tile in front of the tub. “You remembered my favorite.”
I picked up a couple of boxes of the stuff when I knew she was moving here. I didn’t want her to be without her favorites since it can be hard to get specialty products in a small town like Mount Bliss.
“You could join me,” she offers.
I snort. “That tub is barely big enough for one person. Not like the jacuzzi at my place. It has turbo jets and more than enough room for two people.”