Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“Come here,” I tell her, and she comes to me on her knees. I grab the back of her neck and pull her to me. I’m not sure what else to say. There are so many things I want to say, but I don’t know if I should. I don’t know if it’s too soon, so I do the safest thing. I kiss her, hoping that everything in my head is put out into that kiss.
With her hands on me, my heart starts to calm because her touching keeps me at peace. “I need to go wash up,” she says, getting off the bed and walking to the bathroom. I watch her walk there, then get up and take off my boxers. “Do you think we need to blow out the candles?” she asks loudly.
“The guy said that they will burn out on their own, but if you want, I can go and make sure that they don’t burn down the house,” I tell her, and she comes back in wearing a T-shirt, and I groan. “Why are you dressed?” I ask her, almost pouting.
“I’m going to help you blow out the candles,” she tells me, then turns to walk backward. “I’d put the boxers back on if I was you. Never know when hot wax will fall on your penis or if you get too close to the flame . . . wouldn’t want to risk getting burned.” I stop in my tracks and look down, thinking it could possibly happen. I grab my boxers, slipping them on, and walk out. She is halfway done when I see her bend over in the shirt that’s not enough to cover her ass, and I suddenly want to fall to my knees and bury my face in her again. My cock tells me this is a fantastic idea, but when she turns and sees me, she says, “No.”
“I wasn’t going to do anything,” I say, putting my hands up in the air in surrender. “I was going to help you with the blowing duties.”
“Lies,” she says, standing up straight. “I need food,” she says, coming to me and hugging me, getting on her tippy toes to whisper in my ear. “Then if you want, we can bring the can of whipped cream to bed with us.”
I grab her around the waist, picking her up, and go to the fridge. Grabbing the whipped cream, I carry her back to the room. “This will fill you up,” I tell her, throwing her on the bed, and it takes us about five minutes to be out of whipped cream. We both fight over the can as she tops my cock with it, and I finally get her to come by just sucking her snow-capped tits.
We lie breathless in the bed, our limbs intertwined. I look over from my side of the bed to see her head on her own pillow, her hair fanned out all around her. Her chest is rising and falling as she tries to get her breathing under control. “I never thought I’d be satisfied without having sex,” I tell her, and she turns to look at me.
Her hand goes to her stomach, draping over it. “I’m guessing you haven’t ever done this without having sex after?”
I turn to her now, my hand reaching out and bringing her closer to me. “I don’t want our first time to be with fear that we will get caught. I don’t want the first time that I finally have you to be with us looking over our shoulder to make sure no one saw us.” Her arm now goes around me, coming closer to me, her leg now hitching over my hip. “So from now until the end of my contract, I’m going to learn every single part of your body,” I tell her, kissing her neck. “I’m going to claim every single part of you.” Her head falls back, giving me more access. “I’m going to know how to make you come every day.” Her breath hitches. “With my tongue.” I trace her neck with my tongue. “With my fingers.” My hand slides between us, and with her leg over my hip giving me easy access, I slowly slip my finger in, and she moans. “I take it you agree to this?” I slowly move my thumb over her clit, and she moans louder. “I’ll take that as a yes,” I tell her, rolling her to her back and then making her come with my fingers and then my mouth.
Chapter Twenty
Erin
“Are you done packing?” Carter asks me from the doorway, and I just shake my head.
“All that is yours?” I point at two piles of clothes on the edge of the bed. After the night I came home to the house full of candles and roses, he’s been sleeping in my room. He didn’t even try to sleep in his. It was now our room, and his stuff was mixed with mine. The top of my vanity had his razor and deodorant, and it was natural. We spent the days shooting, and then we spent the nights just with each other. If it was him cooking or me cooking, we did it together. I was well acquainted with his body at this point. I could tell you about the little birthmark he had on his chest. My mouth was very familiar with his whole body, and my body craved his touch more and more.