Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
I pull my other leg up around his hip and place my hands on his face until his eyes are on mine. “I…I’m on birth control.” I lick my lips that have suddenly gone dry.
“I haven’t ever gone without,” he groans, digging his fingers into the flesh of my thighs.
“Me neither,” I whisper, leaning up to nip his chin.
Pulling his hips back he thrust forward, causing my breath to hitch. He leans over me, cocooning me with his body, bending his head and pulling my breast into his mouth as his hands wrap around my thighs, gripping them tightly. My breath becomes ragged as his smell and the feel of him in and on me takes over, setting off sensory overload.
Leaving my breast with a pop his tongue is thrusting into my mouth, and my hands that had gotten tangled in his hair hold on tighter. Then I’m flipped to my belly, my hips lifted high, and he enters me again, palming my ass, smacking one cheek, and then moving his hand up my back to my neck, while his other hand snakes around my waist, his fingers rolling over my clit.
I press back into him hard, each thrust causing my core to tighten, pulling me closer to something unlike anything I have ever experienced in my life. Just when I feel myself ready to lose it, he pulls out and flips me around. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he settles me deeper into the bed, his eyes lock with mine, and he enters me slowly, kissing me again, this time softer.
The moment feels suspended in time as our bodies work in sync, building into something that will destroy us both before putting us back together again. wrapping my legs tighter around him his arm slides under one thigh, changing the angle, hitting something different, something that has my body stringing tight and my back bowing off the bed.
Catching my mouth again his pace quickens. I know he’s close to coming; I can feel it like it’s my own. His hand travels to my inner thigh and his thumb zeroes in on my clit, circling. My hands move to hold onto his shoulders then down to hold his ass, feeling his muscles bunch as his thrusts increase in speed.
“I’m…”
“Give it to me,” he rumbles as my nipples scrape against his chest and his cock hits just right, over and over, until my body explodes around him, my core convulsing, pulling him deeper into me and drawing his orgasm from him like it belongs to me. I hold onto him tighter, never wanting to let go, never wanting to forget this moment, knowing I have never been closer to a single person in my life than I am to him right now.
Our bodies are one as they float away, intertwining into a single entity. His mouth on my eyelids, nose, and lips brings me back into myself. I wrap my shaky limbs tighter around him, not ready for us to separate. Our heavy pants are the only sounds to be heard as we lie there holding each other tight. My legs begin to loosen as my body succumbs to exhaustion.
“I’ll be right back,” he says as I tighten my body around his when I feel him begin to pull out of me.
Nodding, I loosen my limbs and lie back on the bed. He tosses a blanket over me, kissing me once more. I turn my head and track his movements. The light to the bathroom turns on then the sound of a sink fills the quiet room before the light flicks off and his feet pad against the hardwood floors, bringing him back to me.
Once he’s at my side, he pulls the blanket back and spreads my legs slightly, taking the towel and wiping gently between my legs. Tears fill my eyes as the tenderness of his touch soaks into my system like a drug. There is nothing better than being taken care of by him, and I don’t even think he realizes how much each of these moments affects me. To him, it seems so natural, like taking care of me is the reason he was put on this earth. When he gets back in the bed, he pulls me up to lay draped across his chest, while his fingers run over my skin.
“You’re quiet,” he observes, pulling me from my thoughts.
“I’m memorizing,” I whisper, tracing my name with my finger over his heart.
“What’s that?” he asks as his fingers trail lazily over my back.
My finger stills, wondering if he knows what I’m doing, as I try to engrave my name on his heart as he has mine. “The moment…I’m memorizing it so I will always have it with me.”
“We’ll make a million more.”
“Yeah,” I agree then trace my name into his skin again. “But not another like this one,” I say, feeling my eyes grow heavy.