Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109505 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109505 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Tobias gives me what I want, but he has an even better idea.
He flips us, sits up, and pulls me onto his lap, right down over his shaft.
He reaches farther this way, and I shiver against him.
He smirks, lifting his hat from his head and placing it backward on mine. His hands glide along my thighs until he reaches the hem of my hoodie. He tugs it down. “Now if anyone does spot us, they can’t see any naked part of you.”
My chuckle is husky and I roll my hips in response.
Tobias’s tongue comes out, gliding along his bottom lip and he pulls it between his teeth, his eyes moving between mine.
And then he kisses me again.
We put in equal effort, thrusting and rolling and tilting our bodies for maximum pleasure. My nipples ache to be touched, and it’s as if he senses it, his hands disappearing under my top and into my bra, where he massages me with a gentle roughness that has my head falling back.
I open my eyes, and a smile graces my lips.
I stare at the stars above, lost in the scent around me, in the feel of him inside me.
Both our bodies are slick with sweat, overheated, and when he flexes inside me, my pussy squeezes him back.
He grips my hair, tugging a bit so I face him, and my toes curl from the devilish look in his eye. Our touches grow frantic, electrifying.
Desperate.
We’re right there, both of us.
I grip his face, kissing his lips and pulling his head down into my chest so I can whisper into his ear.
“I’m gonna come, Tobias ...”
“Fuck, gorgeous girl.” He grunts, his thrusts growing wilder, and he takes my ass in his palms, squeezing. His cock swells inside me and I slip my arms under his, my fingers spanning along his back, and he blows a harsh breath against my skin.
We come, both our bodies going stiff, but still, he moves inside me, chasing – delivering – every last bit there is to offer, demanding a full-body orgasm from each of us.
The man gets what he wants, chills break out all over me, covering every inch of my body and I’m sure my heart is going to beat right out of my chest, it pounds so hard.
I’m panting, seeking a steady breath my body refuses, but there’s a smile on my face.
This is what sex is supposed to feel like.
Raw and primitive, a full-body takeover. No thought, no plan, no holding back.
“Jesus fuck.” He falls to his back, rolling and taking me with him.
His grin spreads, and he pushes up on his elbow, staring down at me. “Told you I liked you.”
I laugh, hiding my face with my elbow when I begin to blush, not that he can see it out here.
Not that it could be differentiated from the flush my orgasm already brought to my cheeks.
He shifts around me, and I jolt when his palm wraps around my ankle.
Looking to him, I watch as he slides my underwear and jeans up my thighs, lifting my hips from the grass as he reaches the curve of my ass.
“Not trying to rush you away,” he rasps, staring at me. “But it won’t be long before someone comes looking for me.”
I nod. “Yeah, me too.” I think of Bianca.
His lips twitch and he hops to his feet in full-naked glory, tugging his own clothes on.
I expect him to reach for my hand and pull me to my feet, for us to head back inside or him to offer a drink to get me to go, but he doesn’t do any of those things.
He drops right back down beside me, staring up at the sky as I am.
Tomorrow I’ll be sore in all the right places, and I couldn’t care less because tonight I’m satisfied.
Free.
I know it won’t last long, my entire world is about to shift and I’m terrified, but life is unexpected, if nothing else, so tonight, I’m going to forget tomorrow and just ... lie here in the dark with a stranger.
We sit silently for a few minutes before I catch his head turning toward me in my peripheral.
“I’ve never done this before,” I admit into the darkness, slowly looking to him. “Had a one-night stand.”
“Don’t start now.” He frowns. “I said I wanted to do this tomorrow.”
I fight back tears, forcing a small, tight-lipped smile.
He has no idea what he’s saying, but I won’t burst the bubble we’re in, so when he pulls out his phone, presses some buttons and then asks for my number, I give it to him.
We sit there, not speaking for a few more minutes, and then my name is shouted by a painstakingly familiar voice.
The color drains from my face, and in what feels like slow motion, I push onto my elbows, hesitantly looking toward the sound.