Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 106646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
I squirm against his hand, and A'tam takes this opportunity to haul me up against him. My thighs spread over his hips and then I'm straddling him, layers of clothing the only thing separating my pussy from his monster cock.
I whimper, a little panicked.
"Relax, my pretty mate," A'tam murmurs, stroking my wind-blown hair back from my face. There's such a tender look in his eyes that it takes my breath away. "We keep our clothes on, remember? Just as you asked. I just want to touch you." He leans in and rubs his nose against my jaw. "I want to enjoy the feel of you against me."
I relax at that. Clothes on, I can handle. "This is like before," I whisper as he presses his mouth to my neck. "When we used to make out."
"Mmm. I liked before," he murmurs, and sucks on my skin in a tender spot.
I gasp, my fingers curling tight against his scalp. My nipples harden in response and my khui hums louder than ever. Without realizing what I'm doing, I rock my hips against his.
A'tam freezes under me, his hands tightening. "B'shit—"
I put a hand over his mouth. I don't want to hear him mangle my name, not in this moment. "Do you want me to stay still?"
"No," he says against my fingers, and licks them.
I bite back a moan and rock my hips against his length again. I'm not afraid of touching him, not if he promises to keep it in his pants—literally. It allows me to feel free to explore him like I want, to take the pleasure and not have to worry about more than that. I bury my hands in his thick hair and pull his mouth to mine, kissing him. When his tongue strokes into my mouth, I meet it with my own, flicking and letting him know that I'm his in this moment.
A'tam groans and grabs my ass. He drags me against his cock, working me against him, and I whimper into his mouth. Oh god, that feels incredible. Like this, his enormous length is a bonus. I rub myself against him through the leather of my leggings, not caring that I'm soaking them with my arousal. He lifts me higher, spearing me against his length, but the thin, soft leather prevents penetration, and it just feels wicked and so damn right. I kiss him harder, rocking against him with frantic need. I don't care that we're dry humping on the beach, or that the little grunts he's making are getting louder by the moment. He works my hips, thrusting against my covered pussy, as our mouths frantically make up the lack.
A hot, needy little spiral of pleasure starts in my belly and I whimper. "A'tam," I breathe. I cling to him, forgetting all about kisses as I press my face against his and work myself against his thrusting cock. "I need…I need…"
"I have you," he growls into my ear, and the sound is low and sexy and possessive. "I will not let go."
Everything keeps tightening, slowly, and I ache deep inside, as if I'm hollow and I need to be filled. I ignore it, grinding down against him even as he slams my hips against his length.
"Mine," he says as he holds me. "Mine. Mine."
And he grinds me down against his length so hard it's a wonder the leather doesn't split.
I let out a needy little choked sound as the orgasm, soft and elusive, surfaces. I dig my fingernails into his scalp, pressing against his face as he bites along my jaw and throat, and rock hard—so hard—against his cock. Release shivers through me, and I didn't realize how badly I needed that until hot tears slide down my cheeks and my body shudders all over.
Is…that the first orgasm I've had since I got here?
Panting, I cling to him, my body quaking with tiny little aftershocks. It wasn't the strongest orgasm I've ever had, and I suspect it won't last. Already, my khui is purring and screaming for more. But I decide to wallow in this moment for a few, letting out a sated breath and clinging to A'tam as I tremble.
"You…you…" He seems at a loss for words.
"Yeah," I say softly, and kiss his face. I kiss along his furry jaw, then press light, flirty kisses against his parted lips. It's like now that I've come, I want nothing more than to be affectionate and touchy-feely. I slide my hands up and down his arms, just rubbing and touching. "Thank you."
A'tam watches me with a thoughtful expression on his face. "Will you come sleep in my furs tonight?" When I hesitate, he adds, "Just sleep. Nothing more."
I lick my lips. The thought of curling up and sleeping in his arms sounds like bliss, especially if all we do is sleep. Normally I wouldn't trust a guy who says “just sleep,” but for some reason, I believe A'tam. Maybe it's his thoughtful expression as he regards me, as if he has a lot of thinking to do. "Aren't you sleeping in O'jek's hut?"