Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
She curled her soft fingers around his aching shaft, and he held himself still, watching as she bit the inside of her cheek and ripped open the package, removing the condom. Precum had already formed on the head of his cock, and he clenched his jaw and gripped her hips harder, all in an effort not to embarrass himself by coming too soon.
His hold on his body was a tenuous one. Unaware of his strain, she rolled the condom over him, moving slowly, carefully, the glide of her fingers a tease he could barely withstand until, finally, she reached the base of his shaft.
“Done!” she said, her voice filled with pride.
She was such a mixture of innocent and sensual woman, was it any wonder he found her so fucking special?
“Now ride me, sugar,” he said tightly, hoping he made it past the first grip of her pussy before exploding.
“Can’t say I’ve ever done that before either, but I’m game to try.” With a sexy smile on her face, Avery placed her delicate hands on his shoulders and raised herself up on her knees.
Her wet heat hovered over the head of his cock, and he gripped the base until his shaft nudged its way inside her. At the first clasp of her pussy, sweat broke out on his skin. She moved herself up and down until she was able to slide all the way home, cushioning him inside her completely.
“Oh my God,” she said on a groan. “You feel . . . this is . . .”
“Intense,” he said, completing her sentence in the only way he could. His dick was on fire as she squeezed him in her narrow passage. If she didn’t move soon, he might die.
“Incredible,” she murmured, leaning forward and sliding her lips over his.
The kiss broke open a dam between them, and he arched up into her at the same time she rocked back and forth, her snug pussy contracting around him until he couldn’t see, breathe, hear, think, or feel anything but her. How could he when she was grinding her sex into him and her breasts were gliding against his chest, her tight, hard nipples grazing his skin?
He gripped her hair, tilted her head, and ran his tongue along her neck, nipping at her flesh with his teeth. She whimpered at the tiny bites and began to fuck him harder, raising and lowering her hips until he was meeting her moves with pitched thrusts of his own.
“Harder, Grey, please!” She dug her nails into his shoulders, and with each downward plunge, she arched her sex forward, seeking more friction.
He slipped his hand between their bodies, his fingertips coming into contact with her clit. He massaged her moisture around the distended bud with determined circles until her breath came in shorter gasps, her rocking motions became less fluid and more jerky as she chased her climax.
He was damned close himself, flashes of heat singeing him, but he wasn’t coming without her. He wanted to watch, knowing that seeing her go off would send him over the edge right after her.
“Come for me, sugar.” He rubbed her clit harder.
She clenched around his cock, her hips rocking against his. “Oh God, Grey!” She cried out his name, began chanting it as she came, her entire body a writhing mass of need and want. And when she wrapped her arms around his neck and rocked herself into him, she was still coming, still whispering his name. It triggered his own release as he pumped his hips upward, relieving himself of hot, sizzling come.
Avery held him tight as he came, waiting until he collapsed beneath her before she did the same. He wrapped his arms around her, knowing that he’d finally gotten it right. He’d come home.
* * *
Avery woke up and immediately realized she was in a Grey’s bed. She looked over and didn’t see Grey, so she climbed out of bed and wrapped an afghan around herself before heading out of the room. She found Grey in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water. Unlike her, he was nude and clearly not bothered by that fact.
Neither was she. Looking at him was something she could do every day or night.
“Everything okay?” she asked.
“Yeah. I was just thirsty.” He held out the glass. “Want some?”
“No thanks. I’ll meet you back in the bedroom.”
She turned to go, and he snagged her around the waist and spun her to face him. “Now that you’re awake, I’m hungry too.”
She blinked up at him, her eyes adjusting more in the dark room. “You are, hmm?”
“For you, pretty girl,” he said, sealing his lips over hers.
She melted into him, winding her arms around his neck and kissing him back. The blanket fell to the floor, and she was skin to skin, his hard erection pressing against her belly, causing a rush of liquid to pool between her thighs.