Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
"I like the way you touch me," he says, kissing the corner of my mouth. If he wasn’t holding me up, I would have crumbled on weak knees by now.
"And I like the way you touch me," I say, letting out a soft groan as his palm makes contact with my bare skin. His fingers are deliciously rough from pressing guitar strings and make me squirm against him.
"We don’t have to fuck," he says. "We can just fool around."
"And waste what you have pressed against me? I don’t think so."
Thomas’s pupils seem to dilate in response, and I grin and squirm against him again so that he’s left in no doubt.
Supporting me with one hand, he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet. I take it from his hands and pull out the foil packet tucked snugly inside.
"How long has this baby been in here?" I ask.
"Couple of weeks," he says. "Don’t worry. It’s still good."
"Perfect." I tear it open with my teeth and hand him the clear latex ring. "You can put me down, you know, if your arm’s hurting."
"Where’s the fun in that? Here." He glances between us at the buttons on his jeans, which I unfasten quickly. He adjusts his hold on me as I shove at the thick material, pushing down his dark underwear in the process. With finesse, he slides the condom down his impressive length with one hand, still holding me with the other.
There’s no way for me to remove my panties in this position, but I don’t care. Yanking the damp fabric to the side is sexier, anyway.
"I’m wet," I say, in case Thomas is worried about warming me up. I’m sure it was part of his plan, but just the thrusting of his hips and the rasp of his fingers is enough to make me ready.
In one hot, dirty thrust, he spreads me open, impaling me on his perfectly sized cock. I close my eyes, relishing the stretch, and he rests his forehead against mine, panting softly.
"Fuck, you’re tight." His teeth are gritted as he fights to retain control of his body. I’m so desperate for him to move though, that I used my feet to urge his hips. And then it’s a frenzy of lips and hands, grinding hips that’s like a perfect movie sex scene. Thomas fucks me with a passion that has me moaning every time his pelvis grinds against my clit. His fingers grip the flesh of my ass, his arms forming a platform beneath my thighs.
He fucks me with enough force that any negative thoughts I might have had this evening are thrust out of me. I get to close my eyes and let his body rule mine until I’m panting and begging because I’m so close to coming it’s almost painful.
"Please," I gasp, and Thomas yanks up my right leg until it’s high over his shoulder and the depth is exquisite.
"Yes," I shout, not worried about who might be able to hear. "Yes. Yes. Oh fuck yes."
I tip my head back, not caring that it thumps against the wall as Thomas works to tip me over the edge into the sweetest oblivion.
My mind swims, my body arches, and Thomas groans loudly against my neck as he comes with me. I don’t know how he continues to hold me up on legs that tremble with release. He’s a man of kindness and consideration, but also self-control.
"Jeez," I say on a bubble of laughter.
Thomas is still too lost to speak as his warm breath dampens my neck and his hands hold on to me like he’s never going to let me go.
When his head is clear enough to respond, he straightens and smiles at me, his chocolate eyes warm and happy. Then, instead of allowing my feet to drop to the floor, he carries me to the bed, still buried deep inside me, climbs onto the mattress on his knees and lays me down reverently. I wrap my arms around him as his lips find mine and his throat makes a sound that can only reflect contentment. We kiss and kiss, and eventually, Thomas pulls out, dealing with the condom and tucking his cock back into his pants.
But rather than leave, he pulls me close and tucks me against his chest. His breathing evens and I think he’s fallen asleep, but then he kisses the top of my head. "I know who you are, Dawn," he murmurs, and the lyrics to Iris spin around in my head again.
I want you to know who I am.
He thinks that the song is about me.
He doesn’t know why I cried.
But wrapped safely in his arms, all I need are those words to banish my ghosts, at least for one night.
10
BRADLEY
It doesn't go unnoticed that Thomas and Dawn appear for breakfast at the same time. We all heard her moans last night and knew at least one of us was having some fun.