Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 209(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 209(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Without breaking my stride, I bend down and suck a nipple into my mouth, lightly nipping at the hard flesh. The result is a loud moan and a pelvis thrust, seeking out more of my cock.
“Do that again, and I’m going to come.” She gasps the words, scratching at my back and taking every ounce of pleasure I give.
“That’s the plan, chérie. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
“So close,” she groans, my hips thrusting a little harder.
My spine starts to tingle, and I know, even though I’d rather draw this out a little longer, the end is drawing near. I release her nipple with a pop and position myself above her, tossing her right leg over my shoulder and placing my hands on the bed. She’s wide open for me; every sexual fantasy I’ve ever had come to life. I pull out and thrust hard, repeatedly, making sure I hit deep inside her. Her moans of ecstasy are like fuel on an already blazing inferno.
“Holy shit, right there!” she hollers, her pussy squeezing the life out of my cock, as she lets go for the second time. My name spills from her lips.
As much as I’d like to hold out, I can’t. My body won’t let me anymore. I push through her tightness and ride her orgasm to my own release. I jolt and cry out, filling her so absolutely I’m not sure where I end and she begins. Marley’s hands move to my neck and gently caress as I shake and shudder until I’m completely spent.
I roll to my side, taking her with me. She snuggles against my chest as we both attempt to slow our racing hearts. “Damn, woman,” I murmur.
“Mmmm,” she sings, kissing my chest before making herself comfortable in the crook of my arm.
Knowing I need to discard the condom but not ready to move, I find myself completely content. I could lie here and hold her in my arms for the rest of the night, and it probably still wouldn’t be enough. I’ve never been a cuddler, but right now, I want nothing more.
Well, maybe round two.
After a few minutes, I know it’s time to get up. I carefully scoot out from under her and head for the bathroom, stealing a quick glance over my shoulder as I go. She hasn’t moved, is curled up on her side and looks completely perfect in my bed.
I make quick work at tossing the condom and cleaning myself up, before grabbing a second washcloth and wetting it with warm water. “I brought this to help clean you up,” I tell her, returning to the bedroom. Her sleepy eyes open and she reaches for the cloth. “Let me.”
I feel her eyes on me as I wipe the warm rag across her swollen flesh, careful not to hurt her in any way. When I have all evidence of our lovemaking wiped away, I place a kiss below her belly button and toss the cloth into the clothes hamper across the room.
Pulling at the blankets beneath her body, I ask, “Will you stay?”
She moves, slipping under the bedding. “I’m not sure I could walk out of here right now.” She giggles.
A proud smile spreads across my face as she settles back against my side and tosses her leg over mine. “You called me chérie.”
“Mmhmm, I did,” I reply, running my hand over her bare back. “I took a trip to France a few years back and picked up a few things.”
“Like your amazing French kisses,” she whispers.
I bark out a laugh. “Well, I didn’t exactly learn that there, but I’m more than willing to demonstrate again,” I state, rolling her onto her back.
She grins up at me. “My lips are pretty swollen already.”
My smile turns wolfish as I glance down. “Who said I was talking about your mouth.”
And then I trek my way downward, ready to prove once again just how good I am at a French kiss.
Chapter 10
Marley
I awake to the sound of hushed voices. “I’m not waking her up.”
Eli.
Memories of last night come rushing back. My eyes dart around the room, and I can’t believe I’m here, in the penthouse, lying in his bed, naked and thoroughly… ravished. Last night, it was what fantasies are made of. I lost count of how many times we came together, reaching for one another in the darkness and finding solace in each other’s arms. It’s a feeling I never would have associated with Eli Morrison. However, last night I saw a new side of him. Caring, loving, and compassionate. He took care of me like no man before him.
“She’s my sister.” I hear Cam counter.
Oh, shit. Not sure what’s going on, I toss off the covers and grab the first thing I see, which happens to be Eli’s shirt from last night. I hastily slide my arms into the sleeves and work the buttons until I’m covered enough to go see what those two are up to.