Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
My boyfriend simply lets his fingers linger in the territory they’re occupying and slowly sways our figures to the subtle rhythms of the music rather than the obvious heavier ones. He buries his face in the crook of my neck where he litters the non-painted space with kisses. Nips. Sucks that will inevitably become bruises. I grind into his movement shyly at first; however, before I even realize it, I’m the one progressing our actions from tame to raging.
Pushing us to transition from tender to brutish.
Feral.
Free.
Gliding my hand around to assist in the lowering of Tucker’s pants doesn’t at all occur like I expect. Instead of instantly giving me what it is I clearly want, he pins my arm at the small of my back. Inches us to be shielded behind a pillar. Drops his bottoms while keeping my anxious fingers from interfering.
Afterwards, he tugs down my shorts and underwear until they’re around our ankles. “One leg out, Venus.”
I pull one foot through the hole and in doing so it’s abruptly captured. Dangled over my boyfriend’s leg, exposing me and my most intimate parts in the utmost primal of ways. His tongue dives between my upper lips at the same time his dick drives to the hilt between my lower ones. Our mouths mesh and meld and moan while our bodies buck and bounce and blend. Tucker’s fingers savagely latch on, leaving behind splotches on my skin that’ll outlast the paint and stains on my soul I hope never wash away. Each harsh heave brushes my g-spot and swirls orgasmic sensation around like watercolors anxious to become something new. Stifling hot juices trickle down my inner thigh as I struggle to hold steady during every perfervid pound. Stroke upon stroke upon stroke sends me to the tips of toes and voice to the highest of heavens, begging them to hear me. Pleading with them to acknowledge my gratitude for this world-changing gift.
“You are my favorite work of art, June,” Tucker purrs, pumps becoming pitiless.
Speed unbearable.
“The only masterpiece for me.”
Whimpering in abandonment is the only precursor to the climax that follows. Wet, fiery waves unyieldingly swarm his cock and threaten to crack open the ground beneath our feet to swallow us whole. Being able to directly feel every bit of him swell and stretch the strained muscles spurs me to tip my head backwards.
Drop my jaw and lustfully command, “Sign me, Tucker Frost.”
His breath and body simultaneously falter, yet he continues to hold on.
Carve the path of another climax that I can hardly fathom being possible.
“Sign me in white.”
Otherworldly growls precede him hastily pulling out to deliver exactly what I asked for. Torrid torrents trek themselves along the crack of my ass and coalesce with my own cum that’s managed to escape to the still quaking area. My bent – albeit now sore – arm is immediately released to allow a better angle for mouth to be glued back together.
God, I am free whenever I’m in Tucker’s arms.
The only question now is how do I stay that way when his need to be free from Highland outweighs his need for me?
Chapter 13
Tucker
Koose Koose nuzzles his head against my stretched-out leg clearly trying to get more comfortable.
Eh.
I apparently do the same thing to June at night on our way to sleep.
And whenever I do I sleep more soundly.
Wake up more rested.
I’m sure the meds have their minor role but considering pre-June Bug I couldn’t sleep peacefully in this city, I’m going to say cuddling her is the real reason why I can nowadays.
Who knows.
Maybe I provide that level of comfort or ease for Koose Koose.
Give him solace that he’s never had just as my girlfriend does for me.
Interesting how much me and this goose have in common.
Sometimes I think that Fate is using him to echo her other messages.
Messages I’m starting to finally ignore less.
Consider.
Is staying in Highland an option for me?
Fuck no.
Is taking June Bug around the world with me a possibility?
Maybe?
Aphrodite knows I want it to be.
However, I can hardly get her to leave her phone behind for our less adventurous adventures right here in town. She’s always worried Ivy or Dakota or Violet are going to need her for something and not be able to reach her or that she’s gonna remember something that belongs on a to do list or to buy list or to experience list and need to jot it down. Her irrational attachment to her phone is irritating.
And infuriating.
And an issue we have fought about on more than one occasion.
Although, since neither of us enjoy fighting, we tend to do it swiftly about the subject to get to the better part of disagreeing.
Making up.
And Apollo as my witness, we love making up.
And maybe…just maybe…each other.
Which would definitely explain why I’m still here versus somewhere else.
Anywhere else.