Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
When I was young, my cousins and I would race to the wild honeysuckle vine in Karlie’s backyard and pinch the end of the honeysuckle blooms off before pulling the little string out to get a taste of the sweet nectar inside. It was never enough. Those tiny trumpet flowers were the greatest tease of my childhood, and now I felt like James’s body was like the honeysuckle blossom.
I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to taste him over and over and over again until I was full of summer and sunshine and sweetness.
My lips moved up his spine to the nape of his neck and over to his ear. “Please tell me I can fuck you.”
He moaned, his fingers curling against the mattress. “God yes. Yes.”
I moved off the bed and found my wallet while James reached under the pillow and produced a bottle of lube. I couldn’t help but grin. “What were you doing in bed earlier, James? Hm?”
He grunted and tossed the bottle my way without looking at me. His singular focus made me feel light and free. For some reason when I was with him like this—just the two of us without talk of the business—everything else dropped away for a little while.
The pale white globes of his ass beckoned to me. I leaned over and kissed one while sliding the condom on myself. He squeezed his muscles, and goose bumps came up all over his skin, causing me to grin. He was so responsive.
I poured out some lube into my hand and leaned in to start prepping him, all the while trailing nipping kisses up his side and behind his ear. Whispered words of desire slid out of me into the hush of the space between us, and when I saw the clench of his fists in the sheets, I knew they were hitting their mark.
James was tight and tense, but his body was a furnace and I wanted his heat surrounding me.
“Breathe. Let me in. That’s it.” I moved behind him and bent his knees up underneath him, spreading his legs until I had him exactly where I wanted him.
This vulnerable version of him was so at odds with the man who’d laid out the offers of millions of dollars to my uncles only the day before. Was that why I wanted him like this? Was it some kind of messed-up desire to feel control in a situation I didn’t have control of?
As I pressed inside of his body and heard the sharp intake of his breath, I realized how ridiculous that thought was. I didn’t have an ounce of control in this situation.
James owned me in that moment. Anything he wanted from me was his as long as I was allowed to stay right there with him, joined together in the most intimate of ways.
“Keep going,” he choked out. “Don’t stop.”
I knelt up behind him and laid my entire body over the back of his so I could feel our connection from head to foot. Even though he wasn’t as muscular and dense as I was, he was tall and strong, fit and healthy. He had a body I wanted to explore for hours and a personality that seemed to shift from confident to unsure at the press of a button. James intrigued me.
When I finally bottomed out inside of him, I wrapped my arms around his middle and held him for a moment. “Fuck you feel good. How do you feel this good?”
James clutched one of my hands and threaded our fingers together. His breathing was ragged, and his hands were trembling slightly. The squeeze of his body was making it hard to think, and suddenly my throat felt thick as I realized this wasn’t at all what I’d had in mind when I’d decided to have sex with him.
There was nothing casual about the way I was feeling, because it wasn’t enough. I felt like there would be no such thing as enough of his body, enough of pulling those noises out of him with my hands and mouth. Maybe I was simply suffering the results of a dry spell and had forgotten how good sex was in general. Maybe it wasn’t James at all, but my own need for release.
His body squeezed mine until I grunted and moaned. James moved my hand down to his hard cock and held on while I stroked him hard and fast since this was about to be over way too quickly.
I bit back some of the words that begged to tip off my tongue, questions about when we could be together like this again, how long he was staying, how we could continue to separate the reality of our business situation from the connection I felt with him in bed.
“Sawyer,” he cried, splitting the silence with the broken sound of his release. His hand gripped my arm tightly as his body contracted underneath me. Feeling him orgasm was all I needed. The buzzing sound in my ears and the tingling in my spine heralded my own release, and I came with a moan muffled into the back of his hair.