Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“Oh god, Beau,” she says. “I think I’m—” Her entire body shudders and she contracts around my thumb as she comes.
Fuck, the critics are right: this woman is a phenomenon.
“Beau,” she calls out, and I realize I’ve just been gazing at her.
“I’m here,” I say as I slide up beside her.
She reaches for me, clamoring for me, like if she doesn’t cling onto me, she’s going to fall off the world.
“You okay?”
“More than,” she says, her voice breathy. “More than you can ever know.”
There’s a dull pang in my heart that this woman clearly hasn’t been worshipped as she ought to have been.
She fumbles at the buttons of my jeans and I strip awkwardly, without getting up. “I think you might be right about something.” She trails her fingers over my chest and along the dips and peaks of my abdomen. “I think you might make me beg.”
With that, I flip her onto her back. “Oh I’m not leaving here until it’s happened.”
“All the more reason to try and hold back.” She shoots me a small smile.
I groan and steal a kiss as I nestle between her thighs, my erection pressing against her warm clit. If I stay here, I’m going to explode all over her. I take a breath and kneel.
My entire body is throbbing with need to be inside her as I reach for the condom I have in my wallet.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that, right?” I ask.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” she says. It’s not like I’ve never had the compliment before, but hearing it from her, it hits differently. Maybe it’s because we’ve spent so long getting to know each other before we’ve landed here, naked together. Maybe it’s because it feels like she knows me. Like better than…a lot of people who’ve known me longer.
“I’ll take it,” I say.
She grins at me. “I’ll take it too. From you it feels…nice.”
Everything about tonight is a thousand times better than nice, but it’s the perfect word because I know in my gut how she feels—because I feel it too.
She’s nice. And she’s entirely perfect.
I grab a condom, tear open the packet and slide it on. I catch her watching me, taking in how hard I am. Because of her.
We lock eyes and I crawl over her. My heart is beating in my chest like it’s trying to escape and my skin’s so tight, it feels like the blood is going to burst out of my veins.
“Fuck, Vivian,” I say as I brace my arms either side of her head, just taking in this moment.
She slides her hands over my lower back, lightly encouraging me closer, as if she knows I’m trying to hold it together.
I press against her entrance, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Is this how Formula One drivers feel before a race? Or racehorses behind a starting gate? We’re not in a rush, but it feels like we’ve been waiting for this for so long.
Our gazes still locked, I push into her. Her fingernails on my shoulders bite into my skin, and thank god, because it takes the edge off the perfect fucking feel of her all around me. She’s so tight and warm and so fucking right.
I push in as deep as I can go and try to steady my breath. Her chest is heaving in a staccato rhythm as if she’s at the end of a race, not the starting line.
I get it. I’m right there with her.
I press my forehead to hers and pull out, trying to think of something else, anything but the delicious drag of her around my cock.
“Beau,” she breathes out. All I can do is nod. I calm myself, taking a few deep breaths, and try and switch my focus to her, how she’s feeling rather than her grip around me, her perfect breasts, her nipples sharp and attention-seeking, her skin soft and smooth.
“Does it feel good?” I ask, pushing back inside. I manage a slow rhythm.
“Too good. Like you might split me in two.”
I groan at her words. “Fuck, Vivian.”
“But it’s so deep, Beau.”
I knew I was right. She likes dirty talk.
I push her knees wide and thrust in as deep as I can.
She gasps.
“Like this?”
She nods. “So deep.”
“That’s right. I’m so deep in your pussy and I’m covered in your come and I love it.”
She whimpers, and I have to look away or I’m going to explode inside her. She grabs at my waist, trying to bring me closer.
“Beau!” Her tone is concerned and my gaze flits back. “I think. Oh god. I’m—” Her head tips back and she arches her back as she climaxes again.
I can’t help but smile. At least it’s not just me.
It feels fucking great to make her feel good.
I press a kiss between her breasts and keep up my rhythm, pushing us both closer and closer. I won’t stop, won’t let myself come, until she’s there again with me.