Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
He paused, fingers tracing my thighs, before he lowered himself back down, settling between my welcoming legs as his lips took mine again, soft, unhurried, deep, full of meaning, like he somehow realized this moment was significant.
And, to me, it absolutely was.
His hips shifted, and his cock pressed against my slit, the head brushing over my clit, making my legs tighten around him as I whimpered against his mouth.
The sound had him pressing up, balancing on an arm as he reached between us to press his cock against my entrance, pausing there as he rested his other hand down to hold his weight.
His eyes held mine, the intensity in them almost unsettling, as he slowly inched his way inside me.
The slight ache of stretching after so long was drowned almost instantly under the unbearable feeling of rightness as his cock buried to the hilt, claiming every inch of me.
I blinked hard, fighting back a wholly unsexy stinging in my eyes, hinting at tears that would likely ruin the moment as my arms went around him, as my legs folded over his lower back.
He pulled back then, pressing forward with an unhurried, but somehow still forceful stroke, making my hips rise up to meet him, then pressing down as he was inside me and withdrawing again, feeling his cock scrape over my top wall, making a shudder course through me, making my muscles clench around his cock.
And that, somehow, was his breaking point, was the encouragement he needed to be able to go back on his plans for it to be slow, and sweet, and gentle all the way through.
His pace stayed unhurried, but the force with which he fucked me was enough that both our bodies slid upward on the bed an inch with every thrust until my head was slamming back against the headboard. That was only a vague realization though as my hands clawed down his back, my lips bruised back into his as hard as his did to mine, as every inch of me was poised for the clawing need inside to explode with a surge of something that somehow felt different than anything I had experienced before.
But before I could even fully rationalize that thought, his cock pressed in deep, and the orgasm slammed through me with an intensity that made a moan - or cry - or scream - completely impossible for a long minute, the pulsations deep and slow at first. Then, when I did find my voice again, I cried out his name as the second set of waves moved through me faster, more insistent.
"Fuck yeah," Cy growled as he thrust through it, his own body getting tense as he held off his own climax, only finding it at the very tail-end of mine, buried deep as he came, growling out my name into my neck as he did.
It was a good full three or four minutes before my brain seemed capable of any thought after that, my limbs aching from still holding on so hard. I slowly released my legs, my inner thighs screaming a bit at the movement, as I turned my head inward to press a kiss into the column of his throat.
Maybe I was a silly, sentimental romance reader.
Maybe it was my own fanciful thoughts.
Maybe it was the endorphins.
But nothing, no intimacy had ever felt quite so raw, so intense, so earth-shaking as sex with Cyrus did. And I had to slow-breathe and fast-blink in the aftermath to keep myself from getting sappy about it, as was my nature.
Cyrus pressed upward, his breathing evened out, looking down at me with eyes that I couldn't quite describe. The closest I could come was: awestruck.
He shook his head, seeming to try to shake some thought as he mumbled something that sounded awfully like, "Worth it."
"Hmm?" I asked, hand moving up to brush his hair backward where it had fallen down over his eye.
"It was worth it," he said, voice still unusually low for him. "All the times I wanted to kiss you, but couldn't. All the nights I wanted to take you home, but didn't. Even the almost-kiss and interruption. The separation. It was all fucking worth it for this."
And it was.
Truer words had never been spoken before.
But unable to find words that even expressed how much I agreed with that statement, my hand rose, going behind his neck for a change, pulling him downward, and claiming his lips for a long time.
He pulled up a while later. "Let me up for a minute, Ree," he demanded softly. As my legs fell, he slowly pulled out of me, then got off the bed, walking toward the bathroom to deal with the condom.
As much as I wanted to go ahead and keep holding him, though, it was maybe, just possibly, worth the separation to get to see Cy's muscular ass as he walked away from me.