Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
“It’s OK to change your mind,” he offers.
I’m not interested in changing my mind. Even if this night together is all I get—even if we never make a child—I still need this. “I’ve just wanted a family for so long, and I’m really happy to be making one.”
His expression softens, some of the worry fading away. “I’m really glad you picked me.”
Is he glad I chose him? Is it because he secretly has feelings for me? Or does he just not think any of the other guys in town are good enough? And what if this changes our whole friendship?
To distract myself from all the doubts, I lean forward and press my lips against his. He instantly takes over the kiss, deepening it. He licks into my mouth and runs his tongue along my roof. Instantly, I shiver at the sensation.
That’s not the only sensation I notice. My slight shiver has me brushing up against Ledger and feeling his cock. It’s wet and sticky from our earlier playtime. I pull away from him long enough to glance down. “You can go again?”
“With you, always,” he murmurs before gently pushing me down.
I lean back on the rug with the fire warming my naked body, gazing at him. He’s so handsome with his thick beard and charming smile. But it’s his eyes I love most of all. The way they’re so filled with light and laughter. He’s my best friend, my port in the storm and I can’t lose him.
“Take your shirt off.” I need to see all of him. I need to know his body, explore every part and touch him all over.
He hesitates and I remember he’s always been careful to stay covered up. Even when we went tubing on the river, he didn’t take off his shirt.
I slide my fingers down my stomach between my legs, rubbing my soft flesh. The wet sound is loud in the room. “This pussy is all yours. Show me what’s all mine.”
He yanks his clothes off so quickly that I barely get a peek at his muscular frame. He covers my body with his, but it doesn’t stop me from taking my wet hands and running them along his chest. “Look at how strong you are.”
Some of the tension eases from his muscles even as his cock nudges my folds. We’ll get to that part in a minute. But for now, I need him to know that I find him sexy. I let my fingertips ghost along his biceps. “You always make me feel safe when you hold me in your arms.”
“And you have the best laugh,” I let my hands trace his pecs and further down to his stomach. He flinches when I touch him there, and I know.
I know the truth he’s never told me. The way he barely eats in front of other people sometimes. How even when he does eat he chews his food too much. How he only drinks water except for the occasional cup of coffee.
He’s always been like that as long as I’ve known him. But in the past two years, he seems to be doing better. He’s eating more, and he seems happier too.
“You’re a work of art,” I breathe.
Maybe I imagine it, but I think I see the sheen of tears in his eyes. Then he’s nuzzling my neck and whispering things against my skin. I don’t know what he’s saying but I know that this moment right here with him is perfect. It feels so natural to be naked with my best friend. Like I’ve been waiting for it my whole life.
As the flames illuminate his skin in shades of orange, his body rocks against mine and then before I know it, we’re moving together.
I sling my leg around his hips, and he lifts his head, staring down at me. I can read the question in his eyes. I nod in answer then he’s positioning his cock at my entrance.
The second he pushes inside, I let out a tiny gasp. I’ve used toys before. I love my bright purple vibrator with ten different settings. But still, I never imagined it could feel like this.
Ledger freezes.
Quickly, I cup his face. “It feels good. Didn’t realize it would feel this good.”
It’s so different from a toy. A toy is fun, but it doesn’t have arms to put around me. It’s not breathing hard over me and staring down at me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.
He pushes in slowly, muscles straining from the effort required to hold him back. He’s searches my face, cataloguing my reaction. I hope he can’t see the love I feel for him. I hope he doesn’t know that this means so much more than just a baby to me. It means everything.
“Fuck,” he groans when he’s finally buried to the hilt. “Your cunt is so tight and warm.”