Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
He kisses back hard and fast, his lips parting for my tongue, his tongue dancing with mine.
I roll my hips against his. The nylon fabric doesn't offer the friction I want, but it's what I've got, so I rock against the fabric again and again.
We're so, so close to where we need to be.
But so, so far too.
I take his hands and bring them to my chest. He toys with me as he kisses me. Then he releases me and kisses a line down my neck, over my shoulder, down my chest.
To my nipple.
He teases me here the way he did with his hands. Slowly. Patiently. As if he's happy to toy with me all night.
No doubt, he is.
And I fucking love it.
But I need more.
"Fuck me," I groan.
"You know the rules, princess."
"Fuck the rules."
In response, he scrapes his teeth against me. It's enough, it just barely hurts, and that feels so fucking good.
My body aches for his. For more. For release.
I slip my hand between my legs without thinking. There's no patience in my touch. Only the intense need to come.
I touch myself exactly the way I need. The right spot. The speed. The pressure.
He toys with me the entire time.
The tension builds quickly. Everything inside me clenches and releases in a blinding wave of pleasure. The world is all pure, clean white. But it's not enough.
I need more.
I need him.
I shift enough to push his swimsuit aside, and I wrap my hand around his hard cock.
Relief floods my body. I need this. I need him.
He doesn't gloat over his victory. Just grabs a condom and rolls it on and helps me into position.
Slowly, I lower my body onto his.
I take him, one perfect inch at a time.
The relief I felt a moment ago is nothing compared to this. It's like I'm finally whole, finally free, finally where I need to be.
This is exactly where I need to be.
I soak in the sensation for a moment, then I pull back and take him again.
His hands go to my hips. He guides me up and over his cock again and again.
He stares up at me like I'm heaven-sent, then he brings his lips to my chest, and he toys with me.
We're a perfect circle of pleasure and teasing and release.
"Tell me when you're close." I breathe. "I want to come with you."
He groans a yes into my chest.
I move over him again and again.
His movements get a little faster. His fingers curl into my skin. He breaks enough to breathe, "soon," then he brings his mouth to my chest again.
I slip my hand between my legs.
I rub myself as I take him again and again.
Then he's there, groaning against my chest as he pulses inside me. The intensity of it pulls me over the edge.
Pleasure floods my body as I come. I pull him closer, deeper like my body is going to swallow his whole, then I release everything. It's so intense I'm afraid I'm going to push him out of my body.
But I don't.
We stay together for that perfect moment.
Our bodies and our bliss as one.
When I'm finished, I push myself to my feet. He takes care of the condom. And I do the other thing I came here to do and dive into the pool naked.
He follows me.
And we swim around the space until we're too in need of each other to do anything else.
We go to his room, and we have slow, perfect sex in his bed.
I fall asleep next to him.
And for the first time in a long time, I wake up where I'm supposed to be.
We have a perfect day together. A lazy breakfast. A long walk on the beach. A teasing swim session where we strip out of our nylon suits.
Sex on the couch.
Lunch.
Sex in the pool.
A movie.
Dinner.
Sex in his bed. And a long night talking about everything and nothing.
The next morning, he goes into work, and I spend my day preparing for the next phase of my life.
When he gets home, we make dinner together, take a long walk, fuck in his bed.
We fall into the flow of the week. I fall into this life I could have. If things were different. If everything was different.
Day after day, I fall into him, and he falls into me.
Every night, we try something new.
He locks me to the bed with those furry pink handcuffs.
We play another game of who can last longer in the living room, stripping out of clothes, slowing, until we're both at the edge of bliss. He wins, of course, but I can't say I feel like I lose when I ask him to fuck me.
We take a video of ourselves in his bed and replay it. And right there, as I watch him fuck me on screen, I'm overcome with the desire to fuck him right there on the couch.