Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 111732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 559(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 559(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
I take Marnie’s face in my palms as I continue to kiss her. To revel in her. As my tongue swirls with hers, I try to memorize everything about this moment, so I can remember it forever. Soon, though, I’m too aroused to continue doing this here. I get up, lifting her along with me, and carry her into the bedroom.
After laying her onto the bed, I get her clothes off, and then mine, and return to kissing her. After kissing her mouth, I kiss her cheek, her jawline, her neck, as my fingers gently stroke her slit. She’s getting wetter and wetter with my touch, and her clit harder and more swollen. She’s plainly aching for me, every bit as much as I’m aching for her; but since this might be the last time I’ll ever get to fuck Marnie Long, I force myself to take my time. To memorize, revel, and prolong. I never want this moment, this night—this week—this life—to end. But end, it must. Which means it’s time to fuck her farewell in a way that honors the time we’ve shared and hopefully creates a lasting memory.
Marnie is writhing and moaning now as I continue kissing and caressing her. She’s so fucking wet, I’d sink into her like a knife in warm butter if I went in now. But it’s too soon. If this is it for us, if this is all I’m ever gonna get of this goddess, then I want to draw this out as long as I can. I leave her mouth again and start kissing every inch of her, from her jawline to her breasts and belly, to her hips and thighs, and finally make my way between her legs. By the time I get to her clit and lick her bull’s-eye—once, twice, three times—Marnie grips the sheet beneath us and comes with a loud groan, which she quickly stifles by shoving a pillow over her face.
When her pleasure subsides, she removes the pillow, and I kiss her again. As our kiss deepens, I slowly sink myself inside her—all the way—and the moment my full length is buried, it feels like a dam breaks inside me. Emotion surges inside me. Rightness. This feels like home. Exactly where I’m supposed to be.
A hurricane of deep-seated need and desire and yearning envelops me. As I move my pelvis, Marnie matches my movement, until we’re a single, gyrating unit. I look into her blue eyes and feel certain I could die right now and not regret it.
“Max,” Marnie whispers. She puts her palm on my cheek. “I . . . I’ll never forget you. Never regret you.”
I don’t know what to say to that, so I simply kiss her again. And with each thrust of my body, each swirl of my tongue, my heart feels like it’s expanding. Stretching. Reaching some breaking point as it hurtles toward decimation. I touch Marnie’s gorgeous face again as I kiss her, fuck her, claim her, beg her not to hate me when I’m gone, and there’s no mistaking the way her passion is surging along with mine.
I feel desperate to get deeper inside her. To get so fucking deep, I’m touching her very soul. I hitch her legs around me, folding her body underneath mine, and grind myself into her, impaling her with every inch of me, and she presses her forehead against mine and grips the back of my neck, shuddering and gasping for air.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, as my pelvis grinds into hers. “You’re perfect.”
Oh, fuck. I can’t get enough. I’m always addicted to this woman, but right now, I feel something even more intense than that. Like I’ll physically die if I don’t get her to come while my cock is buried deep. I’m in a frenzy, out of my head with the insatiable need to make her come like she’s never come with anyone else. I want to ruin her for anyone else. If I can’t have her, then I don’t want anyone else to have her, either. She’s mine. Mine. Even if I can’t be hers.
My thrusts are becoming increasingly intense, our movements together frenetic, our breathing labored and ragged and raw. I kiss her deeply, and then whisper into her ear that I can’t get enough of her, that I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want her, until, finally, she grips my neck like she’s holding onto a life preserver in stormy seas, grits out a tortured groan, and has a fucking seizure beneath me. I place my palm over her mouth to stifle her growls, as she twists and gyrates throughout her powerful orgasm.
Not surprisingly, her pleasure hurtles me into my own. I come so hard inside her I’m momentarily blinded by little white stars exploding in my vision.