Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“Jesus, fuck,” Frost yelled as her pussy rhythmically clenched around him. If it felt anywhere near as good for him as it did her, she understood his shouts.
“Fuck!” he shouted again. He held her hips flush against him as he filled her. She’d only ever had sex with a condom, and knowing he was leaving a part of himself inside her prolonged her orgasm. They strained against each other as though trying to draw out every ounce of pleasure they could. As her sweat began to evaporate, Frost collapsed on top of her. His heavy weight should have been uncomfortable, considering she was on the floor, but she reveled in feel of his strength all along her body.
“I can’t move,” he mumbled into her neck.
“Good.” She ran her fingers up and down his sweaty back. “I don’t want you to.”
“I have to be crushing you.”
“Mmm… a little. I like it.”
A warm puff of air hit her neck as he chuckled. Rachel smiled and let her eyes flutter closed. She could have stayed there all day, even with her shoulder blades digging into the floor and what had to be rug burn on her ass.
But after a few moments, Frost pushed up off her and hopped to his feet. His sated smile had pride rising inside her. She’d done that. Because of her, he looked relaxed, happy, and satisfied.
“Come on, gorgeous, let’s get that sexy ass in a shower. It’s a tight squeeze, so we’ll have to stand close.”
“Oh, damn,” she said, making him laugh again. She gave him her hand, and he hauled her to her feet and straight into his arms, kissing her until her knees wobbled.
“I like you like this,” he whispered. “All pliant and warm. So damn pretty.”
“You’re going to spoil me with all these compliments,” she said as she followed him to the bathroom. Walking around naked with a man was a new experience for her. She’d always been the type to sleep clothed and get dressed again right after sex. But something about Frost and the appreciative way he looked at her had her confident enough to strut to the shower nude.
He turned the water to warm and crowded her against the sink as they waited for the water to heat. She melted as his lips met her neck.
“You smell so damn delicious. Like a fucking Christmas cookie.”
“Well, that happens to be the name of my lotion.”
He sucked at her pulse. “You taste even better than you smell.”
The things he said.
“C’mon, shower’s ready.” He ushered her into the stall and under the warm spray.
He was correct. The space was tiny, but standing wet and plastered to him was no hardship. She’d do it every day for the rest of her life if need be.
There she went, thinking long-term.
Foolish? Or could Frost possibly be thinking the same?
The question faded within seconds as he squeezed her body wash into his large hands and began to soap up her skin.
Her head hit the shower wall as it fell back. “Why do your hands feel so much better than anyone I’ve been with?”
“Same reason your pussy feels better than anything I’ve felt before.”
Her face heated at his raunchy honesty. Hopefully, between the recent orgasm and the heat of the shower, he didn’t notice. Still, she loved it. No one had spoken to her like that before. It made her feel powerful and desired. So she shoved aside any lingering bashfulness to channel her inner vixen. She tilted her head. “And what is the reason?”
His hands skimmed down her side. One went to her ass and one slipped between her legs. She gasped as he played with her folds. “Because we’re right.”
Three simple words, yet their impact rocked her to her core.
“Frost, we don’t know each other.”
He slid two fingers inside her pussy, still soft and wet from the orgasm. Rachel bit her lower lip as she automatically clenched around them. It felt so good, her sex seemed to want to hold a part of him inside her forever.
“So?”
So? What had they been talking about?
He grazed his teeth across her collarbone, eliciting a full-body shiver from her.
“So, ah… it’s, um…”
He kissed up her neck and across her jaw to her lips, where he nipped the bottom one. “It’s right.”
Was it? Sure felt that way at the moment. When he worked her up with such expert skill, recalling her protests became near impossible.
“It’s, uh…” He circled her clit with his thumb, and she nearly collapsed.
God, she’d climaxed hard less than five minutes ago.
How was she so close yet again?
“It’s too fast,” she managed in a moment of clarity. Way too fast. She didn’t move fast. She weighed options, considered her safety and anxiety, and then started again before finally deciding. And even then, she continued to stress and worry.
Here she wanted nothing more than to ignore the logical side of her trying to slow her down. But as comfortable and secure as Frost made her feel, he couldn’t erase a lifetime of neurosis with one orgasm.