Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
My hot spurts fill her until I feel it spill out onto her thighs while I thrust in and out. I come like I’ve had lightning strike my spine, with a roar and a shudder, the first hot lash of my seed shoots deep in her pussy and she convulses around me. The strength of her inner muscles milks me until I’m spent, all the while her shriek of completion tapers off into a keening, the nails of the hand she has on my ass score my skin. Her slick body tremors around my shaft. I kiss her lips again, softer this time. Our legs are still tangled together, her hand on my ass flexing as if to stop me from escaping.
“Serena,” I say, “That was incredible.”
“It doesn’t usually happen for me,” she admits, shellshocked.
“You’ve never—” I stop myself. This is going to go to my head, I can tell.
“I don’t want to feed your ego,” she says with a laugh.
We go all night. There’s no other way to describe it. I was worried about being obsessed with her. It’s too late for that. I’m not sure I stop fucking her for more than an hour all night. We don’t sleep. We taste each other, joined together again and again.
At five in the morning, I lay there with Serena draped across my chest, both of us exhausted and breathless. My hand cups her head, her cheek against my heart. She may be asleep, I think, and reach over to grab the sheet. I pull it over her, over us both. She nestles into my chest with a small sigh.
The next thing I know, she’s pinching my nipple, kissing my chest. My arms go around her and I slide her down my torso a little. Her legs spread. We both gasp when we feel the head of my cock kiss the damp lips of her sex. She raises up, knees on either side of me, and I guide her down my thick shaft. She tilts her hips forward and opens for me. She slides down my length until we’re joined completely. Her hand goes to her belly, slides down slowly.
She meets my eyes with wonder. “I can feel you,” she says. “I’m so full I couldn’t take another inch—” she breaks off when I pump into her, grinding her against my pelvic bone. I see the spike of pleasure roll through her. I reach between us to touch her clit.
“I can’t believe this,” she sobs, and my mouth is on hers again because I can’t stop kissing her while she comes.
I try to stop, thinking a little break would be good for us. She rolls away from me, seems to get comfortable on a pillow and then sits up to check the time. I hear her groan when she looks at the clock. It’s six in the morning, but we haven’t slept.
“We’ll be exhausted,” she says. “We should sleep.”
“Come here,” I say, and open my arms.
Serena hesitates for a second before she stretches out beside me with my arm around her. She nudges my cheek with the tip of her nose so she can burrow in and rest her head on my shoulder.
I can feel her heart thump steady against my side, and I feel it in my rib cage. When I shut my eyes, every cell in my body seems to focus on that spot, to absorb the warmth of her, the way her breath stirs against my skin while her heartbeat may as well be an entire percussion section set up in my master bedroom for the way it seems to reverberate through my entire body.
I hug her closer to me, my arm tightening in what feels like a protective embrace. I have never held a woman after sex, never let them sleep over either. I take a woman to a hotel or go to her place. I don’t invite lovers into my home. Part of the reason for that is the intense security and privacy my business demands. The rest of the reason is probably something to do with trust and a screwed-up childhood. Only a handful of people know where I live.
It’s like I’ve had a small stroke or something, a case of terribly impaired judgement. I am breaking a sweat lying here holding Serena in my arms. I’m not sure if it’s the strangeness of sharing a bed or if it’s some kind of Edgar Allen Poe shit about her heartbeat. She’s too close, and it’s making me hot and I need to turn on the goddam air conditioning in this place.
I sit up and put my feet on the floor. A hand, small and insistent, presses to my spine.
“Hey,” she says. “You okay there, Jack?”
Her voice is sleepy but sounds full of concern. I look over my shoulder at her and let out a breath I had been holding.