Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“I could get used to waking up like this,” he says, pushing off the counter and coming over to me. He wraps me in his arms and kisses me, slow and gentle at first. He moves one hand up, balling my hair in his fist and pulls my head to the side, lips going to my neck. He remembers exactly how much I like it.
I slip my hand inside his boxers, wrapping my fingers around his cock. I pump my hand up and down, and then push him away, dropping to my knees.
“Fuck,” he groans as I pull his boxers down and take his cock in my mouth. One hand lands on the top of my head, taking a tangle of hair in his fist. I start slow, sucking and licking my way up and down his big dick. Then I take him in my mouth again, sure I’m going to gag when I try to fit that entire thing in my mouth. I impress myself with my lack of gagging, and Sam certainly seems to enjoy it.
He stops me right before he comes and pulls me up. Kissing my neck, he reaches inside my shorts.
“You’re wet already,” he breathes, breath hot on my skin.
“You make me wet,” I groan back, pussy begging for more. He runs his finger over my clit, and I let my eyes fall shut. “Take me upstairs.” Unable to break apart, we stumble our way through the kitchen and end up falling together on the living room floor.
The large floor-to-ceiling windows are right next to us, and if anyone was out on the lake today, they could see inside. But that doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is Sam and getting him naked and on top of me.
And then inside of me.
He strips me of my sleeper shorts and moves over me. I reach down and grab his cock, rubbing the tip against my clit. I’m already turned on, already close to coming. And so is Sam.
Holding himself up on his elbows, he kisses me right as the orgasm ripples through me. My center contracts wildly, and without waiting for the climax to subside, Sam pushes that big dick into me. It sends another jolt to my core, and I cry out.
“Fuck me hard,” I pant, feeling another orgasm building on top of the other he just gave me.
Sam delivers, and I come hard the second time, just moments before he does. Both breathing hard, Sam rests his head on my forehead, holding himself there as his cock pulses inside of me.
“Yeah,” he pants. “I definitely like this morning routine.”
I run my hands over his muscular back, ears still ringing from that intense double orgasm. “Me too. It’s a good way to start the day.”
“The best.” He kisses me and slowly pulls out, reaching down for my shorts. I get up, going straight to the bathroom to pee and wipe myself up. Sam’s boxers are in the kitchen, and the coffee is done when we both get back in there the second time.
“Want to take that outside?” I ask, watching Sam pour two cups full.
“If you do, yeah.” He sets his cup and takes me around the waist again, looking into my eyes.
My body is still humming, and his words only add to it. I’ve been floating on cloud nine since last night when he told me he loved me. Throw in the amazing, best-I’ve-ever-had sex, and it’s not surprising why I’m still hovering with my feet off the ground.
“I have to go back to Chicago tomorrow,” he says, and suddenly I’m crashing onto the ground. He plants a kiss on my forehead and gets both mugs of coffee. “I work on Wednesday, so I’ll need to get a good night’s sleep tomorrow night.” We slowly make our way to the screened-in porch.
“You work twelve-hour shifts, right?” I ask, remembering him mention it during dinner last night when he and Rory were talking about life in the OR.
“Yeah, but I can easily get stuck at the trauma center for longer.” He takes a sip of coffee. “I shouldn’t say stuck, that makes it sound like a bad thing.”
“Even I don’t want to work any longer than I have to,” I tell him and go out the screen door. “And I can work while day-drinking on the couch.”
Sam chuckles. “Lucky.”
“Oh, I know. How do you get held over at work?”
“Sometimes surgeries take longer than we expected, or someone will come in right before it’s my time to leave. I don’t just stop as soon as the clock hits seven.”
“Makes sense.”
We left the blanket on the dock last night, and I give Sam my coffee so I can shake it out and then fold it for us to sit on. I dangle my feet over the water, not as scared to stick them in since it’s not dark out.