Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 96404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Because your hair? Yeah, it definitely felt like smooth silk and all the beautiful shit I didn’t think I believed in.
Apparently, I’m that fucking sappy and I totally believe in pretty things. Or maybe I only believe in them when it comes to you. Give me my grumpy self back, Naomi.
Anyway, you slowly slid up my hot and bothered body like a kitten and I swear to fuck, I can almost hear you purring. Oh, and did I mention you were naked? Nice to meet you, Naomi’s body, we’re definitely going to be buddies going forward.
You should’ve told me you had tits that could turn a saint into a sinner and a nun into a whore because, holy fuck, I totally wanted to stuff my face in them and never come out for air. But I settled with only touching them and teasing you until you moaned. And, yes, I was careful, not because I didn’t want to give us what we both wanted, but because I was dreading the moment you’d vanish and I would have to wake up all alone without your tits—I mean you.
But you didn’t go.
You even dry humped me, making me hard in an instant all over again, and fuck, I never liked something I should be so embarrassed about. And I had to drag you to my camp and yank away the seductive look in your eyes and rise up to the challenge you were taunting me with.
So I grabbed you by the arm and flipped you onto your stomach and then ate you out. I feasted on your pussy as if I were a dying man and you were my last fucking meal. And your taste? Yeah, it’s something I will be telling stories about to my Grim Reaper.
But what I loved the most is the erotic sounds you made. The way you moaned, “Please, more…please, fuck me, make me cum…I’m all yours. This pussy is yours…”
And fuck me, those sounds almost made me ejaculate without friction. But I didn’t, because I had a mission; one that included ripping all the sounds from you. So when I felt you clenching around my tongue, I released your pussy, parted your ass cheeks, and moved on to your back hole, then thrust my fingers into your dripping cunt.
Yes, I’m filthy, but not as much as you are because you came around my tongue moments after I ate your ass.
Best oral I’ve ever given. And I’m not a giver.
I was so ready to let my dick have his turn with your soaked cunt, but then you disappeared. Fucking again. And I had to wake up, dripping in sweat and with my hands strangling my cock. Oh, and I had cum all over my stomach.
Not cool, Naomi.
Next time, the least you can do is stay until the end.
Preferably never let me wake up.
Your dirty, dirty pen pal,
Akira
37
Naomi
We spend the night in Mom’s house.
It’s so different from the past but still feels the same.
We’re still those college kids who snuggled up together in front of the TV while Sebastian tried to touch me inappropriately at any given moment. We’re still as comfortable in the silence as when we’re having a conversation.
But it’s different now, more jaded, broken.
We’re both hurt, haunted, and both spent a long time hollow.
Being filled all at once is both thrilling and painful.
But it’s never felt so…rewarding.
After taking a shower together, where Sebastian took me against the wall, we lay down to watch a true crime show.
But we didn’t really pay attention to it, we just faced each other and talked.
About the pain.
About the longing.
About everything.
I kept it all inside and when it came out, it was uncensored and unrestrained.
It was like purging.
Sebastian told me about how he passed the bar and severed his relationship with his grandparents. He told me about the role Nate played in his new life and the friends he has in the firm. He told me about how he used work to escape his emotions.
In a way, it was the same for me, so I spoke about that and how my life in Japan was. I tell him about the new family I found and that Mio—and sometimes Kai—is the only thing I like about it.
The night went on and we barely slept. Between the talking and the cuddling and the slow hum of the TV in the background, we were just in our own world.
And then the light of day slipped through the window.
I groan, hiding my face in Sebastian’s naked pectoral muscle. “I want it to be nighttime again.”
He chuckles, the hum of his chest creating a vibration against my hardening nipples. “It’ll be night in a few hours.”
“I want it now.”
“Used to the darkness, baby?”
“I’m more comfortable in it, I guess.”
“That’s why we’re compatible.”
Inhaling his bergamot scent, I run my fingers over the two tattooed lines over his chest and then trace them to the scar from the bullet wound on his shoulder. The thought that I could’ve lost him still fills me with an incomparable amount of fear.