Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 70368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“And I love you.” He kissed right where a tear had landed. “But you probably guessed that.”
“Maybe. You did up and move on a few days’ notice.” I stretched to kiss his mouth. “But I like hearing it. And I love you too. That’s the real thing I wanted to tell you, and I was terrified I might never get the chance.”
“But you did.” Zeb gave me the most tender smile before adding a devilish wink. “Now, back to our regularly scheduled fucking.”
“Please.” I groaned as he moved against me again. The gift, the sentiment, and simply being here were almost too much. The distraction of sex was exactly what I needed to avoid drowning in a sea of emotions. “You going to ride me again?”
“That’s the plan.” Grabbing the lube, he preened on top of me. “You being so weary and all…” He gave a dramatic sigh before making a show of prepping himself with the lube, hand dipping behind him while he made little breathy moans. “Guess you’ll just have to watch me…”
“Come closer.” Making my voice stern, I crooked my finger.
“What’s that?” He feigned surprise before we both broke out into chuckles. “Finding some energy?”
Cupping his face, I looked directly into his mischievous eyes. “You’re trying to goad me into fucking you through the mattress.”
“Guilty.” Zeb cackled right as I gathered him close and deftly reversed our positions, pinning him with my thighs. “Whoa.”
“Well, your plans, all of them, are working.” I shook my head, continuing to marvel that he was here, that he was staying, that he loved me. And the need to show him how much all that meant to me in the most primal way possible kept building until we were kissing furiously.
Unlike the first time, where I’d been tentative and so afraid of hurting Zeb, now I trusted that he was strong, far stronger than anyone else gave him credit for. And I also trusted him to speak up, to know what he wanted, and to want me, all of me, size and aggressiveness included.
I could kiss Zeb and drink down his moans and frantic little noises and grind hard against him, and it wasn’t too much. It wasn’t enough either. Grabbing the lube, I took over where he’d left off with prep. I hitched one of his legs over my arm to give me more access, and he met my fingers eagerly, rocking up.
“Fuck me. Please. Now,” he chanted as he rode my fingers.
“You got it.” None of my first-time nerves, I handled the additional lube quickly and moved between his legs.
“Go hard,” he ordered. “Hard as you want. I want it too, promise.”
“Yeah.” I moaned because he had indeed asked for what he wanted, what I wanted too, and all that was left was for me to push into his tight, welcoming heat. “That good?”
“More.” He gave needy moans with my every thrust, spurring me on faster and faster until the bed rattled and squeaked. Zeb wrapped his legs around my waist, pulling me in deep. I’d never fucked like this, raw and open, nothing held back. But then, I’d never made love either. Never felt so much with every movement, every breath, every touch.
Rather than waiting for me, Zeb worked a hand between us, jacking his cock in urgent time with our fucking. Later, we could try for an endurance record. Later, I could kiss him slowly, whisper how much he meant to me, and touch him softly and lovingly. We’d have time for all that. But what we both needed now was this frantic pace, galloping toward climax, all our longing and a week of missing each other coming out in an all-consuming race to the finish.
“I’m gonna…” he moaned, arching his back, taking my cock that much deeper.
“Do it. Please.” I didn’t let up or hold back, fucking him right through his orgasm, white streaks painting his soft belly and fuzzy chest. And when he grinned up at me, sleepy and satisfied, I could no more stop my orgasm than I could harness the sun. I thrust fast, loving how he moaned and urged me on until the world seemed to explode around me.
Boom. Boom. I collapsed against Zeb only to raise my head. Boom. Bang.
“Wait. Are those actual fireworks?”
Zeb laughed so loud the bed shook one more time. “You thought we were that good? Damn. I aspire to be so impressive, but it’s midnight. Happy New Year!”
“Happy New Year, indeed.” I kissed him deeply. “Better make a wish.”
“I already did.” He kissed me back, sweet and light, the opposite of the intense fuck, but the same emotions running through us both.
“Need you,” I murmured. “Always gonna need you. Right here. In my bed. In my life.”
“I’m here.” He kissed my damp cheeks. “This New Year’s. Next New Year’s. I’m here. Promise.”