Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Edward thrusts deep one more time, and I’m falling into bliss. I want him and I want all of him. He doesn’t stop, fucking through my orgasm, and another one starts to build. My pussy spasms around his cock, and I revel in that delicious friction, due to the fact that we’re skin on skin. There’s nothing between us, just like he said there wouldn’t be.
I’m shaking, climax pouring over me and leaving me spent and breathless. Everything still feels so good. I’m resting in a haze of perfect pleasure, Edward just keeps going. “I’m close,” he says.
“Don’t pull out,” I tell him.
He falters in his rhythm, taken aback by the statement. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I want to feel him. In this moment, I want everything.
Edward’s mouth crashes onto mine with bruising force, and it feels like he’s even deeper now. I feel it when he comes, his cock jerking inside and filling me with perfect, exquisite heat. Holding himself deep, he shouts out his pleasure, body going taut with it before he nearly collapses on top of me.
We’re breathing together, just holding on to each other. I don’t want to move. He’s still inside me, that perfect feeling of being connected and filled, and I don’t want it to end.
“Holy shit, Julia.” Edward says, voice rasping.
“I know.”
He scoops his arms under my shoulders, so he’s holding me too, fingers tangled in my hair. Gently he turns my head to the side, and works his lips down my neck from ear to shoulder. Slow kisses and drags of his tongue that tingle and make my nipples go hard and my pussy squeeze him. “I will never get tired of tasting you,” he murmurs. “Every part of you.” The trail of his mouth weaves down to my shoulder and back again all the way to the underside of my jaw. “I could spend a day doing this, you know. Slowly covering every part of your body with my mouth until I’ve tasted everything.”
I close my eyes. “Let’s do that. We could take turns.”
One long lick across my collarbone. “I don’t think so. This would be all for me. And I would spend my time well. Your pussy would be last.”
I laugh, but my breath catches as his teeth graze my skin. “If you’re doing what you’re doing now, I’d have come long before that.”
Edward bites just a little harder. “Wrong again. I would tell you no.”
I open my eyes and raise an eyebrow. “And what would stop me?”
“Me. I wouldn’t let you get there. In this fictional scenario, you wouldn’t come unless I could lick it out of your pussy. And I would do that when I’m good and ready.”
My chest feels tight with desire, and I can’t breathe. He’s still brushing my skin, now sucking at the juncture at neck and shoulder. “Is that a fantasy?” I ask softly. “Because if it is, we can do it. You already helped me with mine.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he says, voice amused. “Though I need to have my house back before I bring you over for an entire day of worshipping your body.” My pussy contracts instinctually, and he groans. “You’re going to make me come again doing that.”
“I can certainly try.”
The windows of the car are steamed and dripping. If anyone did happen to come across us here, there wouldn’t be any question about that’s happening. Part of me wants to smudge the window and make our own Titanic moment. But I can only imagine if I did that there would be a curious face on the other side and then I would die of mortification and embarrassment. “You’re making me braver,” I say. “Two bouts of car sex in less than twenty-four hours.”
“Hmm,” he hums against my skin. “I wonder what else I can get you to do.”
“Don’t push your luck.”
“I most certainly will.” With a peck on my lips, he releases me and pulls back. “And I owe you a caramel latte.”
I shake my head as he passes me my panties and bra. “I still don’t know how you guessed that. First try.”
“I asked the barista. She’s taken your order before.” He smirks.
“What?” I hit him in the arm. “That’s cheating.”
He catches me behind my neck and hauls me in for a kiss. “All is fair in love and sex.”
“You’re lucky that you’re very good at that.”
“I know.” He winks.
We manage to clean ourselves up and get into a semblance of being put together. When we get to the coffee shop, there’s still some of the same people there, and the baristas are also the same. I pretend that no one notices that we’re back and slightly disheveled, but they totally do. It’s okay. I’m not embarrassed. They should be jealous. They wish they got to spend this time with Edward.