Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
I sense the second his self-control breaks because my head is jerked back again as he pummels me with deep and unrelenting strokes of his cock.
I come around him almost instantly, my voice sounds unrecognizable as it breaks within a stuttered moan.
He ups the pace even more, thrusting harder and deeper.
When he reaches down to circle my clit with the lightest touch of his fingertip I come again. His hand slides to my stomach. He guides me up to my knees so I’m pressed against him as he lets go into his own release.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Donovan
The ocean before me is the definition of how vast the unknown can be. As the waves lick the side of this vessel, I feel nothing from that movement since this ship is massive.
What I am feeling, and can’t ignore, is how it feels as though the floor beneath me is shifting. It’s internal, sparked by the time I’ve kept Delia here in this stateroom with me.
I glance to the table next to the small white couch that I’ve been sitting on for the past hour. I broke open the book I’m reading as Delia slept tangled in the white linens of the bed, but I can’t remember a single word.
The only thoughts that have been playing in my mind on repeat are those related to her. The noises she made when she was asleep. Soft breathing mixed with the occasional unmistakable sound of her humming.
I was tempted to record it on my phone to cement the memory in a form that I can revisit over and over again, but I couldn’t do it.
She stirs slightly. I take that as a sign to crawl back in next to her.
I’m naked. I’ve been that way since I stripped so I could fuck her for the first time yesterday afternoon. We didn’t let go of each other until she drifted to sleep a few hours ago.
I lost track of how many condoms I used or how long I spent with my mouth on her pussy. Everything about her is addictive to me from the taste of her to the sound of her soft voice.
“Donovan,” she whispers as I gather her into my arms. “What time is it?”
I slide my lips along the smooth column of her neck before I plant a kiss on the corner of her mouth. “Time for you to come again.”
I feel her smile even though I’m too close to see it. “Again?”
“And again, and again, and …” My voice trails as my hand slides over her side toward her core.
I find it as I left it, swollen and wet.
I hone in on her clit immediately, tracing a familiar path over the bud until her hips gently sway in unison to my movement.
“You make me feel so good,” she murmurs. “I’ve never felt this good.”
Neither have I.
I’ve never had a lover that consumed me the way this woman has. I’d do anything for her at this point. I’d swim to shore if she asked me to.
That reminds me…
“We’re docking soon at one of the ports.” I keep touching her in the slow and steady pace that I sense she needs right now.
I’m in no hurry to make her come because I know the reward that awaits me when she does. She’ll moan out my name and it’ll echo in my ears until it fades again.
Her lips tremble as she glances at me. “Are you going ashore?”
I answer that by kissing her. This time I glide my lips over hers, forcing my way between them by biting her softly. I deepen the kiss to show her that the only thing I want today is her.
When the kiss breaks, she smiles slightly. “I don’t want to either.”
“I know,” I say confidently.
“I want to suck you off,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “You haven’t given me a chance to do that yet.”
She’s right. I haven’t. I’ve been a greedy bastard since we got into this bed together. I’ve taken what I wanted over and over again, always being sure to keep her satisfied.
I quicken the pace of my fingertip on her clit as I slide two fingers into her channel. She lets out a sound that clenches my heart within my chest. “Delia.”
“I’m going to…” she finishes the sentence with a groan so loud that it bounces off the walls. “Oh, God.”
I stare at her, at the beauty before me as she loses herself in her first orgasm of the day.
As she falls from the high, her tongue skims over her bottom lip. “I’m hungry for you.”
Her stomach growls softly indicating that she’s hungry for more than just my cock.
I chuckle deeply. “Food first, my Delia.”
“Your Delia,” she repeats, her eyes shining bright. “I like that.”
I fucking love it.
I rake a hand through her messy blonde hair to smooth it back from her forehead. I place a soft kiss there, lingering to take in the natural intoxicating scent of her skin.