Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 103104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
“Uhhhhhh, good.” I can’t breathe.
“Is this okay?” he rasps, and I nod, trying to move so I can touch him too, but he holds me back, so I wait and fall into bliss, my hips rising up against his fingers.
My breaths come in erratic pants and when I look at him, he’s intent on me.
“More?”
“You’re torturing me.” I don’t know why he’s even asking. I am his right now.
“How about more torture?”
“Lightsaber, remember? Don’t stop.”
He laughs and pulls me to the edge of the bed, gets on the floor on his knees, leans down, and holds my legs apart. Part of me feels vulnerable and nervous. I’ve never done this, never, and it’s with him and that means something special—
His head dips and my fingers grip the quilt on my bed, clawing at it when his slick tongue brushes lightly over my center, lingering on my bundle of nerves. He groans. “Tulip, you taste so good, like, like destiny…” He leans closer, his nose trailing up my inner thigh. “I want to consume you, eat you up so fast, but I’m trying to go slow…” Another long, slow lick up my center, and I shudder.
“Knox, Knox, that, that…” My chest heaves. “Ohhhhh…don’t stop!”
Cupping my bottom, he settles in and teases me, never quite enough pressure, his touch light and excruciatingly slow, swirling his tongue, wicked, so wicked as he draws intricate patterns on my clit, stoking the fire inside me hotter until I’m burning…
My body tightens, tension building at my spine.
His finger curls inside me, rubbing and stroking, and I can feel his breath on my skin, his tongue as he sucks—
Lights burst behind my shut lids. The universe becomes just him and me as sensations ripples across my skin.
“Knox!” I writhe underneath him, shameless as I press harder into him.
I’m boneless when he moves up and touches my face.
“You like?” He grins.
“That…that…when can we do it again?”
He throws his head back and laughs, satisfaction evident on the planes of his face.
And nothing matters. To see him laugh, to put joy there…being with him is so easy, and we laugh together, and I just…gah…I’m so close to falling—
“What are you doing to me,” he says when I reach up and kiss him hard and long, sucking on his tongue with a fast rhythm, imagining him fucking me to the same beat.
Without our mouths parting, I use my hands to push down his underwear. He’s thick and hard and long, his crown veiny and wet. I stare at him, getting a good look, nerves kicking in at how big he is even as my core clenches in anticipation. Wrapping my fingers around him, I stroke from his base to the tip, my thumb skating over the silky skin.
He groans, hovering over me. “Tulip, please…”
“Please what?”
“Harder.”
Increasing my pace, I pump him with long, firm strokes while he kisses me.
He gasps for air, his chest shuddering. “Condom. Do you—”
Before he can finish, I jump off the bed and dash to my chest of drawers. They’re two years old, but they’re there, thank you, in the top under my underwear. I grab one and whip around and he’s already up and behind me. With hands that tremble, he takes the package from me and rips it open with his teeth, his gaze never leaving my face. He slides it on and picks me up. My legs lock around his hips. Somehow we’re back on my bed and he’s on top of me.
Slowly, he rises above me and teases my entrance. His face is flushed and small beads of sweat dot his brow.
“So good…” I exhale. “Don’t hold back, Knox, please…”
His hands clench around my waist as he strokes in all the way, stretching me, the fullness tight. He stops and holds me, clutching me.
“What’s wrong?”
“I…haven’t been with anyone in a while,” he growls.
I smile, remembering our conversation at Lou’s. He was waiting on me.
“Are you going to come too soon?” I tease.
He huffs, slides back out, and enters me again, swiveling his hips, getting a new angle that makes me shiver. “No. I’m going to fuck you till you see stars, Tulip.”
“Always wanted to see the universe up close.”
He huffs out a laugh.
He owns me then, taking control, moving my hips up, his strokes hard and solid, each slide precise and sure, my wetness coating him, the sounds of us, our bodies slapping together, our heavy breaths are all I can think about.
Leaning over me, he hitches one of my legs over his shoulder and gains momentum, his voice in my ear, dark and husky. “I want to know everything about you. What you eat, except for tomatoes, God, I hate those, what you dream about, what songs you listen to, what makes you laugh, what makes you happy, how you feel when I fuck you. I want you breathing for me. I want you begging me for more of this. I want you kissing me, just me. I want you, Tulip, you, you, you, you…”