Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“Yes,” I groaned, rocking into his hand as I chased the release I could feel was right there.
“Where?” he mimicked me, and I couldn’t help but smile as I gasped when he pumped two fingers inside me.
“Anywhere,” I groaned.
He kissed my neck before lightly biting the soft skin. I rocked harder into his hand, the little slice of pain only fueling the desire coursing through my body.
“How about on my fingers,” he offered, curling them inside me for emphasis. “Then my cock?”
“Yes,” I breathed the word. “Yes, please.”
He grinned at me in the mirror. “Such manners.”
Gareth pumped into me faster, harder, giving me just the right amount of pressure to explode.
“Gareth,” I cried out his name as I came, doing my best to keep my eyes on him in the mirror the entire time, but losing him somewhere along the way as he continued to stroke me right into another crest of pleasure. I threw my head back, leaning against his chest as I trembled, moaning through the throes of it.
He gently removed his hand, sucking his fingers into his mouth and humming around my flavor. “Exquisite,” he said, drawing my gaze again in the mirror.
Then he gently nudged my feet a little wider, lining up his cock with my wetness, dragging his head through my heat and making me shiver.
I was so damn sensitive.
“Condom,” he grumbled, shifting away from me.
I held him in place, gripping his forearm. “I don’t want a condom,” I said, and he stilled behind me. “I’ve been on birth control for two weeks,” I said. Daisy had gotten me into her primary who had been more than happy to write me the script. “And you know I haven’t been with anyone else.” And I knew he hadn’t either, thanks to how open he’d been in the beginning, showing me the last test he’d had that said he was clean.
“Serenity,” he said my name like a plea.
“If you don’t want me that way…if you’re worried about the risk, I get it. I don’t want to force you. But if you want me that way, you have me.”
He shuddered behind me, then moved slightly, relining his cock up with my entrance, sliding in an inch before pulling out.
“Fuck,” he growled, sliding in deeper this time. “You feel like warm silk.”
I bent a little, gripping the counter in front of me as I watched him move behind me. “Gareth,” I sighed. “You feel so good like this.” Nothing between us, just him and me and the pleasure stretching out so damn sweetly.
One hand flew to my hip, gripping me as he glided all the way in, bottoming out inside of me. And from this angle, it felt entirely new, deeper, harder, better.
His other hand traveled along my spine as he pumped into me from behind, his eyes falling from mine in the mirror to my body, hungrily eating up every inch of it on display.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groaned, upping his pace. “Best part of my day is coming home to you.”
I gasped as he dipped his hand between my thighs, playing with my oversensitive clit as he pounded into me from behind. I watched him fuck me, and it made me go absolutely liquid around him.
“Fuck, angel,” he growled, thrusting into me harder, faster. “You’re drenched. My needy little wife.”
I whimpered, reaching behind me to dig my nails into his thigh, needing something better to grip than the damn counter. I didn’t tear my eyes off of him, relishing the sharp hiss from his lips at the bite of my nails, loving the way he slammed into me harder as a result.
He didn’t handle me like I’d break. He fucked me like he knew I could take all of him and then some, and that was the biggest shot of pleasure.
“Goddamn,” he groaned when I pushed back, meeting him for every thrust. “Angel,” he growled.
“Gareth,” I moaned his name, my orgasm sharp and strong as it pounded on the edge of my body. “Omigod.”
He watched me, pinching my clit as he pumped into me repeatedly, drinking in my reaction as I came again.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his own release following mine as I clenched around him. His pumps slowed, our bodies trembling and jolting with each sensitive stroke as we came down.
I continued to catch my breath, leaning against the counter as he pulled out, reaching for a towel and cleaning us both up before tossing it in the nearby laundry bin.
“Mmm,” he said, wetting his lips as he looked down at me. “Perfection.”
I smiled at him, shaking my head. “I don’t think I can move,” I said, half teasing.
“And you shouldn’t,” he said, scooping me up with one easy move and carrying me to our bed.
I giggled as he tucked me under the covers, climbing in behind me as he curled himself around me. “Careful,” I said, glancing over my shoulder. “I’m starting to get used to this.”