Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 105301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
He doesn’t object, only frowns, and I know he isn’t happy but I also know he’s too tired to argue.
“Finish your soup and eat your slice of cake; you need the sugar.”
“Yes, boss.” His attempt at jesting falls as flat as the expression on his handsome face.
“I’ll go and start the shower. I need one myself.” I tuck his hair behind his ear, relieved to see it’s grown long enough to do so. Only just.
The hot water is a relief. It spills over my curves perfectly, taking my aches with it. If only it could dissolve the hate in my heart.
Nathan joins me after a few minutes and presses me against the wall with his solid chest. I run my hands over his back. It feels so silky under the water, which his body is sheltering me from. I begin to catch the chill in the air which causes my nipples to pebble as my breasts tighten. He ducks his head, the water hitting the top of my head and running into my mouth when he takes my nipple into his mouth. I cry out with surprise and hold his head gently. Fingers part the folds between my thighs and dip into me slowly and softly. I can hardly handle it. My body is burning so badly. It jerks and tenses with each pulse of pleasure.
Finally his mouth releases me. I whimper at the loss of it and then whimper again when he begins to kiss his way down to my navel. The fingers tormenting and probing inside of me remain as such. His head gets lower and lower until he’s on his knees. I don’t have time to protest because I don’t fully understand what he’s doing until I feel his tongue there. Right there. He seeks my clitoris and then he finds it and it’s as if he has done this a thousand times. He hooks my leg over his shoulder and kisses me below as intensely as he kisses me above.
“Oh,” I pant and press my back against the wall. I need to grab something and twist it in my hands. I daren’t grab his head for fear that he’ll stop.
He pushes deeper, vanishing entirely into the space between my thighs, and I know I’m close. I can feel it ready to release.
“Nathan,” I grit. My eyes squeeze shut and I stop breathing. It’s too late and if he knows it, he doesn’t care because he won’t stop teasing and tasting me. My climax explodes through me in a way it never has and he doesn’t relent. I jerk and pull away from him but he holds me tight, still tormenting me. It’s painful but the pain goes as quickly as it started and as soon as my second orgasm begins, he stands, lifts me, pins me against the cold, tiled wall and sinks into me. His dilated pupils find mine right before his mouth hits mine and I get to taste the tanginess of myself on him before the water washes it away.
“You’re amazing,” I sigh, pulsing around his solid, thickening length. He smiles at me, looking proud of himself. “That was amazing.” Now he looks even prouder and then he tenses, losing himself faster than he ever has, just as my orgasm begins to dwindle.
“I figured I owed you one.” He says each word accompanied with a powerful thrust and then he groans and stops still. Resting his forehead against mine, we both wait for the sensations to diminish into a dull tingle before separating and taking due care of each other’s bodies.
Best shower sex ever.
Best sex ever.
Nathan is literally the best ever.
Unfortunately, all good feelings and all good things must come to an end.
When we’re dried, dressed and in the middle of watching a movie in peace, the Police arrive on our doorstep with news, a note and a black and gold urn.
A note from his mother and an urn full of Caleb’s ashes.
Nathan paces back and forth in the sterile hallway as I nurse a plastic cup of terrible hot chocolate between my hands.
I blow on it, even though it has already cooled. It’s to distract me from counting the seconds on the clock. Time goes too slowly when I do that and I need it to go quickly.
“She’s been in there for almost four hours.” Nathan hisses just as a nurse comes out of the room on the right, smiling sadly.
“Mr and Mrs Weston?”
“Yes?” Nathan holds out his hand to me and I rush to his side.
“She’s okay. Her jaw is broken, as are two of her ribs and her right kneecap.” She explains and I feel like vomiting. “But fortunately, the breaks aren’t terrible and should heal nicely after a couple of months.”
Nathan blows out a breath. “What about her jaw? How will she eat?”