Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 62695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Enzo shifts beside me, and I know he’s awake.
I just need him.
I need him so bad.
I take a slow breath and then I roll, shuffling quietly until I reach his body. He flinches but doesn’t push me away as I lift the covers and carefully climb on top of him. I’m bold, but I can’t say I’ve ever been this bold. Knowing I can’t make a single sound, mostly because I literally don’t want everyone to know what I’m doing right now, I lean down and I brush my lips across his, lightly.
If we break out into a full blow make out session, someone is going to hear, without a doubt.
I kiss him again and go to pull away, but his hand goes up and curls around the back of my neck, pulling me back down so he can kiss me again.
Who am I to say no?
We kiss, softly, for a few minutes and it’s utter bliss.
So fucking good.
His hands run up and down my body, over my bottom, the dips in my hips, up my spine and over my shoulders. I’m wearing a very loose pair of cotton shorts and a top, he slides his hands beneath that top, in such a sensual way my entire body shivers. His fingers carefully pinch at my nipples, before gliding down to my pants.
There is no effort required, they push aside with ease.
He reaches between us, where I can feel his cock already hard and ready, and he jerks the top of his pajama pants down. He leans up so he can murmur into my ear, “You protected?”
I press my mouth to his ear, nipping at his lobe. “Yes, and clean.”
He doesn’t say anything more.
He guides his cock to my pussy, and slowly, I lower myself down on it.
It takes everything inside of me not to cry out, because god, it feels good. So fucking good. Mostly it’s the moment, the kissing, the hands roaming, the passion coming from this is something that I’ve not experienced. Not a word is being spoken, and yet I can feel it. It’s radiating off the both of us.
My skin prickles as I lower myself farther down, until finally he’s fully inside me. My hands are on his chest, and I can feel the way his muscles tense, like he’s working just as hard as I am not to voice how good this feels. I slowly begin to rock, as quietly as I can. It’s torture, mostly because it feels so damned good and the fact that I can’t speed up the pace without making too much noise makes it even more erotic.
His fingers bite into my hips, the only indication of his pleasure, and his breathing is labored and heavy. It’s so fucking hot. I try to keep my panting at bay, and I don’t let the desperate moans come out, even though I want them to because he feels so bloody good. I can’t keep this orgasm at bay much longer.
It’s building with a ferocity I’m not sure I’ll be able to smother.
I keep rocking, every single muscle in my body tense as the orgasm nears. I’m biting my bottom lip so hard it hurts, but it only adds to the pleasure. Enzo’s fingers dig into my flesh so hard I know I’ll be left with bruises, but I don’t care. I run my hands over his biceps, needing to feel his pleasure if I can’t hear it. They’re tense, so tense the muscles are like rocks beneath his skin.
I lean down, running my tongue over them.
God damn.
This man is everything.
As my release finally reaches the surface, I press my mouth over his and gasp as pleasure shoots through my body. His arm goes around my back, and he uses his hips to keep the motion going as I tremble above him. The most intense feeling running through my body. Like something dormant coming to life. He bites my lip as he too finds his own release, and his body shudders beneath me.
God damn.
Silent sex is so fucking erotic.
I exhale and drop down, pressing my entire body over his and nestling my head into his neck, breathing him in, loving the way his body slowly softens and his shudders die down. Eventually, we both lie there in silence, but he keeps his arm around me. Like he doesn’t want me to go even though it’s over. I decide I won’t go; I don’t even want to.
I slide off him and stay in his arm, turning to my side and resting my cheek against his bare chest.
He lets me stay there.
He lets me stay until my breathing becomes less frantic.
Until my eyes slowly close.
And until the world doesn’t seem so scary anymore.
“WHAT EXACTLY HAPPENED last night?” Chev asks during our task the next day.
We’re given a list of things to hunt in the woods for, safe eating so Rhett said, and we’re all teamed off into groups with two men escorting us for safety, just in case whoever was out there before is still there now.