Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“Come here, Jack. I want you in me. Come inside me.” Thank Christ.
I reached for a condom from my wallet and put it on. I was big, bigger than most. I knew this. But I also knew she was ready, and that she’d be able to take me, no question. Hell, she had carried a four-pound baby just a few months ago. She could definitely take me.
Still, I didn’t know if she was still healing, or had any lingering issues, although she had never said anything, and she seemed perfectly fine with everything so far. “Stop me if I hurt you, okay?”
“Just…come…here.” She took hold of my cock and guided me in, breathing in as I sank deeply into her. Damn, she felt amazing. Despite having given birth, she was still tight around me, wet and hot, like a stream of silk.
I groaned. She panted.
We kissed, our tongues entwining and dancing together again. I braced myself on either side of her with my elbows digging into the couch, holding her so she wouldn’t go flying north with my movements. I began with the intention to go slowly and smoothly for a while, to let her get the feel of me, to draw it out, even though my cock was screaming at me for release. A part of me wanted to be here forever, she felt so good.
But she urged me to go faster, with her hands, her sounds, her hips, and her mouth. I went faster. I went deeper. I went harder.
She was getting close again, too. I could feel her body arching back, could see it in her face.
“Yeah, come for me, baby,” I urged her. I slipped a hand between us, giving her the tips of my fingers to ride her clit. That was what she needed, and she took full advantage. She went wild, and it took her only moments before she cried out and came hard, shuddering and contracting around me.
I raced to catch up with her, losing the even rhythm and just pounding hard to reach my own finish. It came in an overwhelming crash, and I’m pretty sure I called out in a deep gust of air, then collapsed on top of her, cradled on her perfect softness, my face buried in the scent of her neck.
Chapter 10
Ellie
I felt like I’d had a complete body workout and massage, inside and out—which was not far from the truth. Sex with Jack was out of this world, even better than I had imagined it might be.
After I returned to myself and woke the massive beast up to get him to roll off of me so I could breathe—there’s only so long that it’s okay for a huge man to sleep on top of a significantly smaller woman—he seemed annoyingly ready to bolt away from me, but I didn’t let him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and wouldn’t let go, and told him, “Dude, I let you sleep on me. You gotta let me snuggle. Fair’s fair.”
He seemed surprised at my rationale, but he didn’t argue, and he even relaxed into it, supporting his weight over me on his elbows. After several moments, he said, “We had that coming for a while.”
“Yeah. We did.” I grinned, and he gave it right back.
Another minute or two more, then he gave me a quick, tight squeeze and said, “You good now?”
“Yeah. I am.” I was a post-coital wordsmith. Not.
“Good. I gotta get up, get rid of this thing.” I loosened my hold on him, he eased his way out of me, kissed my lips, and got up to toss out the condom. I collected my clothes and began re-dressing; he just pulled his jeans back on and left it at that.
I totally appreciated that. He was super easy on the eyes.
The rest of the night, we didn’t even talk about it—we just allowed ourselves to be. He had a couple beers, I took care of Peter when he woke again; it was like we were a normal couple. Which we weren’t, but kind of, we were.
We had just agreed to marry, so—even though it was for convenience sake, and would be a temporary thing—the sex had seemed like a natural and normal thing to do, to seal the deal. Not to mention, we had obviously both been dying for it. Our chemistry was off the charts. Bonus!
In any case, our bodies were finally sated after too many days of being on high alert around one another. Well, sated might have been too strong a word. Because having had him once, I wanted him more. But I was also really just happy with what I got. I felt really, really good.
He disappeared into his bedroom for a while to get started with the broken glass, and maybe a half hour later someone had pulled up in a pickup with a huge board of wood to cover the window from the outside until it could be replaced.