Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 111464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
I let my lips fall down her jawline and to her neck, where I suck gently.
Her little hands slide up my back, her fingers spanning out against me, pulling me in.
She’s so welcoming, so ready to give—and she doesn’t even question us despite everything—that it’s overwhelming and my head falls to her shoulder.
I grip her hips, squeezing slightly.
Her hands loosen, one making a lazy path up and down my back, while the other slides past my cheek, and across my fade. She lightly brushes her fingers in repetitive, soothing movements.
I lift my head, locking eyes with her perfect green ones.
Words aren’t needed, she can see as I can, the hurt we caused each other. The unnecessary pain we didn’t have to deliver and can and will move past.
She’s mine and I’m hers and that’s what matters here.
I’m standing here with fucked emotions and a weighted mind.
I need her and no kind of fight would be changing that fact.
Demi knows and slowly raises her hands over her head.
I lick my lips, tug her to the edge and meet the skin of her waist with my fingertips.
I don’t take my eyes off her as I trail them up purposely, torturously, slow.
Her deep breaths quickly switch to short pants, her face giving the illusion of pain, when it’s need coursing through her every vein and all I’ve done is run my knuckles along her ribs.
When I get to her bra line, I lean forward, and her lips part. I lift her shirt so it’s blocking her face, stealing her sight as I blow warm air across her breastbone, smirking when goosebumps rise in response.
She loses some patience, and helps the thin cotton over her head, tossing it to the side.
Her palms land on my chest, and she drags them down, then back over my pecs before leaning in. Thick, warm lips press against my skin, and my hand shoots up to close around the back of her neck.
Her eyes pop up, the emerald within them hardly visible she’s so stirred up, and she slips her fingertips into the band of my boxers.
Her eyes fall, tracking her own movement as she pushes my practice pants to my thighs, then brings her feet up to help them the rest of the way down until they’ve fallen to my ankles. I kick them somewhere behind me.
Her greedy hands quickly slide across the front of my boxers, cupping my dick with a light squeeze causing me to flex in her grasp.
I groan, slide my palms around her ass, and lift her again, her legs quickly latching on.
I spin us, carefully climbing the stairs with her in my arms while she lets go to unlatch her bra and tosses it aside.
A raspy giggle leaves her when I stop dead, hitting her back against the wall with an urgency I’ve never felt as I quickly bring my hands up to feel her better.
I bring my mouth to her skin, wrapping my lips over her nipple and tugging until it pops free.
My eyes snap to hers. “Mine.”
“Yours,” she moans, grinding against me and I apply pressure with my hips.
She slips her hands between us, pushing my boxers down and I pull back, forcing her to watch me as she does it.
That has her slowing her movements, but still, she keeps going.
I let her legs fall, but she keeps her back plastered to the wall, not dropping her eyes as we push my boxers down together.
My dick springs free between us, the head brushing where her jeans end at her waistline, getting the tiniest taste of the feel of her skin, and my thighs clench.
“I’ve thought of this,” she admits with a breathy whisper, her untried senses on full fire. “Imagined it.”
“Me too, baby. More than I’ll admit.” I move in again, but she has other ideas.
She nudges me away gently, and takes backward steps down the hall, unbuttoning her jeans as she goes.
She’s eager, it’s easy to see, but she pulls at her restraint, and when her eyes fall from mine, it’s in a slow savoring appraisal. One I’m guessing she’s in favor of, if the way her steps falter when her eyes meet my hard and ready cock for the first time tells me anything.
Her chest inflates as she halts altogether, hips swiveling as she works those tight ass jeans all the way down, now standing in nothing but a deep blue thong.
Her hand comes up to grip the doorframe closest to her, and with her head angled toward me, her body twists, giving me a full, straight on, side view of all ass.
“Fuck, D,” I groan, and I rush toward her.
She laughs and quickly disappears behind the door.
I fucking follow.
She’s leaning against the wall just inside, a smile on her face, her tongue sitting between her teeth, waiting for me.