Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
“The red light!” Alaric said, nodding.
“Yes! I had dreams about that light for some reason.”
“Small world,” he said, giving me the softest smile. One that had my heart squeezing in my chest.
I was suddenly acutely aware of how much space he was taking up.
It was a big bed, but we were only a few inches away from each other’s shoulders. I could feel the heat of him. And it took some actual self-control not to move closer, not to curl into him.
Only the possible humiliation of rejection held me back.
Just because a man wanted to do things with me, you know, sexually, didn’t mean he wanted to snuggle me in bed.
“Thanks for sharing,” Alaric said as he settled down on his back. “I wasn’t going to be able to walk tomorrow if I laid back on that couch again.”
“If you’re looking for a good couch, the one I have is like sleeping on a cloud. And it comes in other colors,” I added.
“You don’t think pink would work in my living room?” he asked, giving me a silly little smile before turning back to the TV.
If I was able to sleep easily before, that was no longer true. Not with Alaric so close. With my body getting all sorts of ideas about his nearness.
Alaric managed to drift off pretty easily, but I sat there, trying not to look at him, but losing that battle pretty quickly.
Unlike me, Alaric didn’t seem to require a blanket to sleep. I would forever be thankful for that fact. Because even at rest, his abdominal muscles were still on display, his strong chest rising and falling easily.
I removed my glasses, then lowered down on my side, scooting just the tiniest bit closer, feeling his warmth, then finally drifting off to sleep.
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This time, when I woke up, I was on my side, but the other one. And Alaric’s body was wrapped around mine from behind, his arm draped heavily over my hip. And his fingers… oh, God, his fingers were cupping my breast.
Desire surged through me before I was even fully awake, making my pulse quicken, my skin get ultra-sensitive, and my thighs press tightly together to ease the ache growing between.
I was so overwhelmed by my own need that it took me a long moment to register his. In the form of his hardness pressing into my butt.
Before I could even reason with myself, I shifted against him, letting his cock reposition, so that it pressed between my cheeks instead.
A little whimper escaped me as the need grew.
“It’s okay, baby,” Alaric murmured in my ear, making a shiver move through my insides. “You can move,” he added, shifting his hips forward, making his cock slide against me. I couldn’t stop myself, I rocked back into the sensation. “There you go,” he said, voice a sexy rumble.
His hand tightened around my breast before sliding into my shirt, closing over me without the barrier, his fingers finding my nipple, then starting to circle it until it was straining and sensitive.
So wrapped up in his touch on me, I didn’t remember to keep rocking as the ache intensified.
Alaric moved away, pressing me flat on my back, then yanking down the front of my tank, leaning down, and sucking my nipple into his mouth.
My hand slapped down on the back of his neck, holding him against me as his lips sucked, his tongue traced, and his teeth grazed.
He moved across my chest, continuing the sweet torment until I was writhing and breathless.
But then, oh then, he was moving between my breasts, down my belly.
Lower.
His fingers grabbed my shorts and panties, dragging them down, exposing me inch by inch.
And I just… went along with it.
Lifting up so the material could slide down, letting my thighs fall open as he kissed up from my knee.
My body felt in a state of overwhelm, every nerve ending firing off at the same time, stealing anything even resembling a thought.
Alaric’s hair tickled my inner thigh just a second before I felt his tongue tracing up my cleft.
My breath sucked in at the sensation that nearly made me jolt off of the bed.
“Easy,” Alaric murmured, his arms sliding under my thighs, then wrapping around them, anchoring me to the bed as he continued his slow, torturous path toward my clit.
Even when he made it there, he refused to give me direct contact, just making circles around that had me whimpering and writhing, my hands grabbing the back of his neck or sinking into his hair.
My back arched off of the mattress as he drove me upward, making my entire body tense, my muscles shaking from the intensity before, finally, his tongue started to work my clit.
The orgasm shot through my body like a current, making me cry out as the pleasure pinged off of every nerve ending.