Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
It’s always the same thrill, filling her like this. Her muscles stretch, gripping me tight, enveloping me in her wet heat. After closing her eyes to adjust to the sensation, she opens them. The green in them is luminescent, and she holds my gaze as she begins to set her pace, grinding hard between each rise and fall.
I reach up and take hold of her creamy breasts, molding them in my hands and pinching her nipples. She covers my hands with hers, squeezing them before placing her palms against my chest to lean down and feed me her tits. I lap at one nipple, then the other, before pressing them together and flicking my tongue back and forth between them. Her head falls back, and a string of incoherent moans fills the air.
“Fuck me harder,” I coax, pinching her nipples the way she likes it, stretching upward to catch her mouth and plunge my tongue inside. Her helpless moans are so sweet, so melodic. “Make yourself come for me. I want you dripping on me before I’m dripping out of you.”
“I’m going to… I’m going to…” She rolls her hips in circles, driving herself hard against my base, tightening a little more with every thrust. “Oh yes, Quinton…”
I grab her by the hips and dig my fingers in, working with her now, my own release building. “Come for me, baby,” I groan. “Soak my cock.”
She closes her eyes, brows drawing together almost like she’s in pain a split second before she explodes. Her muscles clench around me, drawing me in and holding me in place. I can’t help but give her body what it wants. Letting go, I let out a primal growl and fill her with my cum. My cock seems to pump deep inside for a long moment. Seconds later, Aspen collapses against my chest. I hold her, stroking her back while we both come down from our dizzying high. For a long time, there’s nothing but our ragged breathing and the crackling from the fire. I’m spent, body and soul, and it’s a feeling I want to hold on to. I want to freeze us like this, wrapped in each other with the rest of the world on the other side of a locked door.
“I love you.” It’s a breath, a whisper, a promise delivered through pursed lips.
“I love you,” I assure her before wrapping my arms around her back. “Always.” And I would gladly kill anyone who tries to hurt her, but that goes without saying by now.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Aspen
“You’re sure you want to do this?”
I eye up the snowmobile Q rented for the morning. It looks shiny and new and safe enough… I guess. “So long as you’re the one driving the thing, and I can hold on tight and close my eyes if it gets scary. I want to do this.”
Quinton bursts out laughing before kissing the top of my head. “It’s not scary. Believe me. As soon as we’re done, you’re going to wonder when we can do it again.”
I tap my chin, pretending to think. “Sounds like something else we’ve done together.”
“Good point.” Then he jams a helmet over my head before doing the same to himself. “Let’s go. Remember, whatever you do, keep a hold of me. You do that, and everything will be fine.”
Famous last words, right? But it’s only snowmobiling, and I did say I wanted to come along. Do I really want to? Not exactly, but it makes him happy. And I need to get out of the suite, anyway. If I go down to read by the fire, I might end up running into her again. I don’t want that. I don’t even want her to have the chance to defend herself. I can’t look at her again. I can’t even hear her voice.
Snowmobiling it is. It’s not a bad idea to get my mind off things. Something tells me rocketing down the mountainside on the back of a snowmobile might be what it takes. Who can ask themselves all kinds of painful questions about their past when they’re busy clinging to somebody, hoping they live through the experience?
I climb on behind him and wrap my arms around his waist. Then we’re off. Slowly at first, if only for my sake, but soon he lays on the throttle, and before I know it, the snow-covered trees whip past us. The engine rumbles through the air, rattling my butt, and I find myself laughing.
It’s exhilarating, the cold air hitting my face, snow flying up on either side of us as we cut a path down the mountainside. And I thought I’d want to ride with my eyes closed the entire time? Now, I’m stretching, straining to see more over Quinton’s shoulder. I almost wish I was driving. I squeeze him a little, squealing, and I barely hear him laugh before he increases the speed.