Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
The bed shifted again as he moved further up, reaching to free each arm of my jacket, tossing it, then sliding my tee up my belly, over my breasts, then off as well, leaving us both completely naked, and not touching at all.
It seemed like forever to my starved body, but was likely only a few long seconds before his hand drifted across my clavicle, then down between the center of my breasts, turning at the last possible second to move over my breast, his thumb stroking the hardened nipple in a slow circle before I lost the contact again.
His fingertips grazed my ribs, my belly, the outside of my thigh, calf, ankle, then slowly back upward, moving in, gliding up the inside of my thigh, softly demanding access.
My legs fell open wide on the mattress, needing his touch there like I needed my next breath, a breath that felt strangled under a weight in my chest that I had no name for, but somehow knew it was significant, whatever it was.
His fingertips played with the crease where my thigh met my sex, making my hips buck restlessly, begging for more.
Just when I thought I wouldn't be able to take it anymore, his touch moved inward, stroking over my outer lips with the gentlest of caresses before just as softly circling my clit.
Once there, his touch was constant, relentless, driving me steadily upward until I felt the deep tightening, threatening beautiful oblivion.
And it was just then that I lost his touch.
"No," I whimpered, grabbing for his hand, managing to snag his wrist, trying to pull it back downward.
"Soon," he promised, moving to rest down on the bed beside me.
"Now," I countered, rolling onto my side facing him, my leg draping over his hip, feeling his hardness press into my thigh, moving until I could feel the head stroke up my slit to press into my clit.
My head slammed down into the center of his chest, my hands digging into his shoulders. "Like that," I moaned, moving my hips, letting the feeling wash through me again.
Edison's answer was that deep, rumbling sound in his chest that always shivered through my insides deliciously.
"I need you inside me," I demanded, rocking again. He didn't make a move to throw me on my back, to find a condom, to surge inside me to end the torment. "Edison, please," I begged.
His body curled toward me, reaching beyond me to dig inside the nightstand drawer. I could feel the edge of a condom wrapper slide over my hip before he reached between us to slide it on.
One hand stayed between us, stroking his cock back up to my clit for a second before dragging it down between my lips to press hard against the entrance, before releasing to slide his hand over my hip then back toward my ass, coaxing me inward, making me take him inside inch by thick inch.
Once he was as deep as the position would allow, my restless body moved against him, rocking his cock in and out slightly.
My nails bit into his skin as I tried to move faster, harder, get to oblivion as quickly as possible.
On a frustrated whimper, I grabbed his arms harder, pulling him with me as I rolled onto my back, wrapping my legs around him, raking my hands up his back to settle on his shoulders as my hips rose up to grind against him, begging for movement.
Edison's body pressed harder into mine as he went down on his elbows, his hands sliding under then curling into my shoulders, anchoring me in place just a second before his perfect control seemed to snap.
Then there was no mistaking what he did, what was going on between us. There was no deeper meaning to suss out, no emotions uncovered.
He fucked me. Each time his powerful body pulled backward then thrust forward, the bed slammed back against the unyielding wall.
His cock thrust deeper than I even knew was possible, my body greedy, making my hips raise up to meet him as his fingers dug in hard enough to bruise.
Even in the dark, just inches away, I couldn't make out his face, but could still feel his eyes somehow boring into me as his body got tighter, coiled, ready to burst.
The pressure on my lower stomach felt oppressive, my walls around his cock so tight that it was nearly painful.
"Lenny, come," Edison demanded.
And just like that, he proved all my comments from earlier false.
Because with his command, I came.
Nearly screaming out his name with the intensity of pleasure that started at the base of my spine and exploded outward until it seemed to overtake me completely.
I was vaguely aware of Edison's growl as my walls started pulsating around him, but he kept thrusting, kept fucking me until every last wave was done crashing through me before he slammed deep, and came with my name on his lips.