Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
I bring my hands to his face. “I am here. We are here. We’ll never have to be without each other again.”
I kiss him with soft presses of my lips to his, but then his hands are moving, trailing up my back, making me shiver, and the kiss deepens. He groans when I lick between his lips, then sighs when I slide my tongue into his mouth. One of his hands goes to my hair, gripping it so he can tilt my head and take even more from our kiss. The other hand slides down so he can bring it between us. I feel him free his cock and I hurry to reach down and move my smock completely out of the way. I want nothing preventing him from being inside of me.
The moment I rise up, he positions himself at my opening. I don’t waste a moment before I begin to slide down. As always, I savor the feel of him stretching me, that bite of pain that makes me moan into his mouth. As the last of him enters me, and I feel his thighs flex beneath me, he gives me his sounds right back, but then his mouth breaks away from mine as he falls back.
“Ride me,” he says, while lowering my smock until it’s beneath my breasts. “Fuck yourself on me underneath the sky.”
His hands cover my breasts and I bring my own hands up to press them harder to myself. He arches up into me and my head falls back, eyes on the sky as I begin to rise on him. My mouth falls open, releasing quiet sighs and shaky breaths, but it’s not long before I’m moaning my mate’s name and gasping for more. The feel of him entering me, seemingly hitting every nerve I have, every inch has me rushing towards the edge I always reach when our bodies come together. His hands move on my breasts, which are so, so sensitive now, his palms against my nipples, fingers massaging. But as I slam down on him and my swollen, needy clit rubs against his groin, my hands leave his to go to his chest. My nails dig into his skin, but he only hisses at the pain and arches up into me. Both of us stay there for a few seconds, but then his hands turn more urgent, and the clouds are no longer what I want to look at. I bring my head forward to find Bothaki’s expression blazing with lust.
“Take your pleasure,” he tells me. “Take what your body needs from me, Zawla.”
I begin to rise and fall on him and his hands drop to my waist, slamming me down on him harder, as he arches to meet me each time. I don’t care if anyone can hear me begging my mate for more or telling him how close I am to coming. I only care that I get what I need to fall over the edge that his cock inside of me has me on.
“That’s right,” he grunts out. “Work your pussy on me, rub your clit against me, take it, Selina.”
Nothing but a whimper escapes me as he holds me to him, so close that all I can do is move my hips back and forth, clit rubbing on him, tension reaching an unbearable point.
“Come on me,” he demands.
And my body obeys, writhing above him as I fall apart. I feel myself tightening around him, muscles gripping his cock as I spasm through my orgasm. I fall forward as much as I can, my hands moving to his neck, holding onto him as I stay suspended in the pleasure he brings me.
Then, he moves us, quickly turning our bodies so I’m on the blanket and he’s hovering over me, looking down at me in a way that tells me he’s far from done. Not that I want him to be. My orgasm hasn’t even completely receded yet, and already, I need him to take me there again. He slides into me slowly, his eye on where our bodies join. I widen my thighs even more, so he can get a better view, and his lips curve up into a smile. The sexiest smile there can ever be.
“Don’t you want to come inside me, my love?” I ask.
His eye snaps to mine, then, a fierce wildness in it. “Is that what you want?”
“More than anything, Bo.”
“Come on my cock again and I’ll give it to you.”
I grin at him. “Make me.”
His teeth sink into his bottom lip. I don’t need to hold my thighs open any longer then, because his hands come to them, fingers gripping them tightly as he pushes them so far apart that my muscles ache. I don’t care, though, not when he’s flexing his hips forward to drive into me. Gone are the slow strokes. They’re replaced with harsh slams of his cock into me. My body jolts with each thrust, but his hands hold me in place, so all I can do is take him again and again.