Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 136029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
With my other hand, I encase his smooth jaw, and his lips part, basically drowning beneath the touch. Fucking.
Hell. My nerve-endings snap, lit on fire.
Deeply, roughly, I say against his lips, “You love my hands.”
His eyes wade across my features. “I love you.” Emotion and passion amasses too fast for our drawn-out movements.
Tension snakes us in a vice, and our eyes never detach, speaking more words we’re too choked to say. He’s twenty-three, cautious to trust anyone, and he’s trusted me entirely, fully—to an intimate capacity.
With his body.
His love.
And he’s my greatest love. The only man I’ve asked to marry me. The only man I’ve wanted to be with for a lifetime. Fuck, he’s my entire world, and I’ve vowed to protect him, even on the days where he says he can protect himself.
He rolls his head back, lost in the touch, and I suck the nape of his neck. He growls out a groan, “Fuck.” Maximoff fists my hair, and I nip his skin with my teeth. His guttural noise squeezes around my throbbing cock.
We kiss deeper, my tongue sliding against his, and his thumb teases my nipple piercing. Sweat beads up on my skin and his skin.
I put a hand on his shoulder when we catch our breath. His swimmer’s lungs definitely have me beat. But gently, I push him down to his knees.
He follows the movement without combatting me.
I smile. “Someone wants my dick in their mouth.”
“Shut up and unzip yourself, man.”
I roll my eyes and unbutton my slacks. “They should’ve taught you patience in Wolf Scout training.”
He flips me off, and his forest-greens are hooked on my fingers as I fish the button through the hole.
I step out of my slacks and kick them like a football across the room. Resting my shoulders on the wall, I roll down the elastic of my Calvin Klein boxer-briefs. Freeing my erection.
Buck-naked.
He drinks in my tattooed body and piercings. I clasp the back of his head and also my hard shaft. Guiding him.
Maximoff lets me, and one further, his two hands voyage from my hips to my ass. Settling there, and he’s not trying to bring my body forward to control the movement.
Our chests rise and fall heavily, acknowledgment passing between our eyes. He wants me to steer this ship.
My lip curves up. Anytime, wolf scout.
His tongue laps the swollen head of my erection before I push him closer, and he takes me in his mouth. Wrapping around me. Fuck yes.
I grit down on my teeth, breathing through my nose as arousal nails my senses. I move his head back and forth, but he shoots me a look like, not that.
Slowing down, I rake his hair back a few times, and I go another direction and stand up straighter, shoulders off the wall. I cup his skull, our eyes latched, and carefully, I rock my hips toward his mouth.
His fingers dig into my ass, his muscles constricting and eyes bathing in pleasure. Nearly rolling back, and I thrust in and out, his lips building hot friction around me.
Good fucking God. He’s usually the one trying to face-fuck me, and the fact that he wants this, right now, wields a sharp band of emotion. We’re staring so cavernously deep into each other. It jabs tightly wound sentiments into my body. Ramping up my pulse.
Coiling my muscles.
Fuck.
I have two strong, protective hands on his head. He basks in this embrace, in the way I’m cradling his jaw and cheek, and that gets to me.
“Fuck, Maximoff.”
Tendons sear in my neck, and I bite down, pummeled with the pent-up feelings that threaten to explode.
A groan is muffled in the back of his throat. I feel the vibration, and I can’t. I can’t.
I immediately pull out of his mouth before I come.
We’re not speaking, the intensity too heightened. He’s on his feet while our mouths meet again. Kissing fervently, while I unbutton his jeans. He yanks them off, and then his boxer-briefs reach the floor.
He rubs himself, and I swat away his hand and stroke his hard length. I walk him backwards to the twin bed.
The back of his legs hits the frame. Easily, Maximoff hikes himself on the Spider-Man comforter and pulls me down on top of him.
Between breaths, he chokes out, “I want you all over me.”
Damn.
Fuck. My knees split apart his legs, and I’m consumed by him, just as badly as Maximoff is consumed by me. Falling into a rabbit hole of feelings with no visible escape.
My thumb trails the thick scar across his collarbone. From the car crash.
He watches, his breath shortening.
I sweep him constantly, just to ensure he’s not favoring his shoulder. I won’t put him in pain, but since he’s been healed, I can be as rough as he wants me to be.
I reach over and grab a bottle of lube from the nightstand. He’s eager to kiss me again when I return, and my lips rise against his lips.