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,” she says, when she realizes I’m not going to let her recover this time. “Oh god,” she calls, louder this time.
I nod. “That’s right. Give in.” Somehow I know she needs permission to feel everything she’s feeling right now.
Her fingers slide up the sides of my torso, making me shiver, and I can feel sweat sheeting my body as I keep pressing and pushing, pounding over and over.
I recognize her expression of incomprehension this time. Orgasms seem to be something unusual to her. But it sets something off in me and this time, I know I’m not going to be able to hold back.
“Again,” I say, as if I’m demanding it from her.
She closes her eyes in a long blink and my entire body tightens. We both fall together off a cliff of bliss.
I regain consciousness, lying on my back with Vivian in my arms, the condom discarded on the floor.
“I think you’re wonderful,” she says. “Like, phenomenal in bed.” She sighs. “But also an awesome human.”
I chuckle. “Thanks. The feeling’s mutual.”
“But,” she says, pulling out of my arms and sitting. “I need to verify my initial findings about the phenomenal thing.” I realize she’s playing with a condom wrapper, trying to get it open.
“Oh yes, the verification process is important,” I reply.
She nods as she manages to rip open the wrapper. “It might go on for a while.”
“All night even,” I say.
“And that’s just stage one,” she says, examining the condom. “There’s the second stage. That can last…even longer.” She places it on the tip of my erection. It’s clear she’s rusty or maybe even entirely new to condoms, but I’m happy to let her self-teach at this point. I need to save my energy. Clumsily, she sheathes me and then glances around before swinging a leg over my hips.
“We’ll just have to do what it takes,” I say, watching as her breasts sway as she moves.
“It will require commitment,” she says.
I nod, as if I understand the sacrifice.
She lifts up on her knees and places the crown of my cock underneath her, then leans forward.
Fuck, this woman might just end me. But what a way to go.
I cup her breasts, and she groans as she slides onto my cock.
The sound reverberates across my limbs.
I’m done.
Completely done.
It’s like I’ve passed through some kind of threshold in my existence and I know that whatever happens from here on out will be different to everything that’s gone before.
She circles her hips and I count in my head, one, two three, wondering how high I can get before I have to take over. Because she feels too good and I’m not sure I can handle it.
I slide one hand around her waist, wanting to regain some semblance of control. Because right now, I’m totally at Vivian’s mercy.
The way her hands seem to absentmindedly skim her stomach.
The way her breasts sway and shift, the way she manages to take me so fucking deep.
The way her head tilts back when I’m buried in her like she can
Only.
Just.
Take.
It.
Her rhythm slows and she starts to whimper.
I take her by the waist and lift her up and down on my cock. It’s like she’s overcome by sensation, unable to operate her body on her own.
I thrust my hips up to meet her over and over and over, trying to get more, get closer, get deeper. Her body convulses under my touch, her orgasm stretching out for longer this time. Just when I think she’s done, she seems to come again, and it’s too much for me. The sight of this woman coming over and over on my cock, the feel of her—it’s over.
I thrust up one final time, emptying myself into her, wishing for the first time in my fucking life that I wasn’t wearing a condom and she was completely full of everything I can give her.
TWENTY-TWO
Beau
We look out into the ocean, wind whipping around our faces, the salt from the ocean thick in our hair, and I pull Vivian toward me. “It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?”
“It really is. But not just the view. You’re right, no one is looking at me.” She tugs on the navy-blue bobble hat that my mum loaned her. “But not just because of this. Because they’re all the stars of their own lives. They don’t come here to celebrity-spot. They come here to fill their souls with this view. They come here for this feeling: that we might get swept up by the wind at any moment and join the seals in the sea. They come for the knowledge that we’ll go home tonight and sleep like huge redwoods. It’s a special place, Beau Cove.”
God, she’s special. Doesn’t she know it? I cup her face, her nose red with cold, her cheeks warm under my fingertips. I press my lips to hers. “I like listening to you talk.”