Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 149982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 750(@200wpm)___ 600(@250wpm)___ 500(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 750(@200wpm)___ 600(@250wpm)___ 500(@300wpm)
He lies beneath me.
Gorgeous.
Tens across the board.
But we’re playing with fire by talking about our marriage while we do this. Because it feels a little like twisting a rope around our hearts. Squeezing the organs until they rupture.
Still, I want to play this game because even if it’s just tonight, I’d rather sink into the feeling of being married to Jack. Tomorrow, we could end it all, but at least we have this now.
Drinking him in, I only drag my eyes away to rip my shirt off over my head. He kicks off his pants. I help him with his shirt. We’re hands and limbs and lips. Smoldering each other.
He breaks apart in a jagged breath. “Os.” His eyes veer towards our luggage by the door, and he puts a hand on my shoulder like he’s about to push me off.
I put a hand to his shoulder. “You stay and keep looking beautiful. I’ve got it.” Climbing off his athletic build, I strut buck-naked to my backpack. I grab the lube and condoms. When I return to the bed, Jack’s already tugging himself.
I smile. “Hold up, Long Beach. Wait for me.” I slide my hand under his, rub him a couple strokes, and kiss the hell out of his lips.
My cock aches, wanting inside him too badly to eke this out. I break apart and slide a condom on my hard shaft. When I glance back up, Jack’s shivering.
“You cold?” I run a hand over his thigh.
He shakes his head. “No, I’m not cold.”
My heart beats faster. “You nervous?”
“No.” He blows out a breath. “This feels different than the other times. Good different. I’m just more…overwhelmed, I guess.”
“I am, too.”
His brows jump in surprise. “You are?”
I laugh. “Meu raio de sol, we’re married. For tonight at least. I’m your husband.”
That last statement charges a stronger voltage in the air. Arousal builds as our eyes search one another.
“And I’m your husband tonight,” Jack says, amplifying the powerful current even more. He’s still shivering, and I know how to heat him up.
Leaning down, I press my lips to his, guiding them open the same time as I open him below with my fingers. We fall into a rhythm as I lightly thrust against him. He deepens the kiss, and when he cuts away to let out a ragged, chopped breath, I have to pull my fingers out of him.
My erection throbs. I spread his legs open a little more and run a hand along his shaft. “You ready?”
“Please.”
Fuck. I answer him by sinking inside him, slowly filling him. It feels too good for words, and my bliss is only heightened by the arousal in Jack’s eyes. His hands fly to his head as I pump into him. Chests nearly flush, my lips press against the base of his jaw.
The bed rocks with my force, and my breath heavies and staggers as I push in and out, creating beautiful intoxicating friction. Jack’s erection slides against my abs, and I reach down to give him a few pumps. Pre-cum coating my palm.
When I pull away, he has this tortured look in his eyes. He’s about to reach down.
I slow my thrusts so that I can take his hand and put it back on his head. “Do me a favor, Long Beach,” I say in heavy breath. “Keep your hands on your head.”
A. It’s fucking adorable.
B. I don’t want him touching himself tonight.
He gives me a worried look. “Then I can’t touch you, Os.”
Ah, yes. This is his insecurity about being selfish. “You don’t need to touch me,” I tell him. “I’m inside you, Highland.”
His face flames. “God.” His muscles twitch. And he nods, a moan rough on its way out. “You feel good inside me.”
I’m on a fucking ascent right now. Nerves pricking, blood cranked up. And I rock against him in two hard movements that cause his eyes to snap closed. “Os.”
“You alright?” I ease to a gentler rhythm.
His eyes open slowly, his hands fisting his hair. “Dude, please do that again.”
I pump in two jackhammer movements that cause a deep, guttural groan from his chest. It blazes every nerve-ending in my body, and I press closer as I keep a steadier pace. Something that won’t make him too sore tomorrow.
Thrusting my hips, flexing smoothly down and in.
My hand returns to his length. He shudders after two strokes, and I pull away again. The whimper on his lips sounds fragile. Our foreheads slide together. Breaths melding. “Os,” he pleads.
“Not yet,” I whisper.
My movements have slowed so much that I feel him trembling against me. Like he craves those two hard pumps either from my hand or my cock and I’m giving him neither.
But I want to eke out every last second of this.
If this is all we have.
Sweat coats our bodies, built between us like a blanket of heat. My hair sticks to my forehead, and Jack takes a hand off his head. Just to push my hair back for me. Tenderness wraps around us, and we’re practically cradling each other as I rock in and out of him. His muscled chest glistens in sweat, and he leaves his palm on my head. Fingers threaded into my hair now. I’m thanking every star and moon and sun for sending him to me.