Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 132649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
His climax seemed to last for ages, and when his arms finally gave in and he fell to the side, her mound and belly were slick with his seed.
He dragged her hoodie off and tossed it aside. He made an appreciative sound at the sight of her bare breasts and simply stared at them for a long time, before dropping a reverent kiss on each contracted tip. He lifted his head with clear reluctance and tugged his own T-shirt over his head before bunching the garment in his fist and roughly cleaning his cum off her abdomen with it.
“Sorry. I made a huge fucking mess,” he muttered, sounding self-conscious.
“S’fine,” Iris said, her eyes starting to drift shut. The unfamiliar position, along with the intensity of two powerful orgasms, had left her wrung out and as limp as a noodle.
He tossed his T-shirt in the same direction as her hoodie, and hastily dragged her into his arms, as if he were afraid she’d protest his touch if he left her to think about it for too long. But Iris was incapable of rational thought right now. She kicked her leggings and underwear off, snuggled close to his warm, hard body, and instantly fell asleep.
When Iris next opened her eyes, it was to find herself staring straight into a pair of familiar molten silver ones.
“You okay?” he asked gruffly and she smiled, stretching lazily beneath the covers that he must have dragged over them while she was sleeping.
“You going to ask me that every time I wake up next to you?”
“I don’t know,” he countered. “Are you planning to wake up next to me a lot in the future?”
She sighed and her smile slipped. “Now that is what I would call a loaded question.”
“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he said with a sigh of his own. “I mean, I don’t regret it or anything, but it was really just meant to be a kiss.”
“Some kiss.”
“Tell me about it,” he muttered. “I don’t know what happened. I’ve never lost control like that before.”
“I mean, as first kisses go, it was… explosive.”
“I like the sound of that,” he said, with a warm smile. “A first kiss implies that more will follow.”
Iris chewed on her lip, not sure how to respond to that. Not like she didn’t want to kiss him again and again and again, but she wasn’t sure it would be good for her mental or emotional health.
His smile faded when the silence went on for too long, and a frown flickered across his forehead. He made an awkward little humming sound in the back of his throat before asking, “How do you feel?”
“Sated.”
“I mean about what happened.”
“I enjoyed it. It doesn’t really have to be any more than that, does it?”
He didn’t look pleased with her response and Iris sat up, clutching the duvet to her chest.
“Trystan, we’re both adults with healthy sexual appetites. We’d just been through a traumatic experience and I think this was merely a way for us to work through some of that extreme emotional distress.”
“Right.” His eyes were troubled as they ran over her face, but he didn’t say anything more. He frowned and propped himself up on an elbow to cup her cheek, his thumb gently stroked her cheekbone.
“Your skin didn’t react well to my beard,” he muttered. “Does it hurt?”
She shook her head, only now becoming aware of a slight tingle on her cheeks and in her neck.
“It looks uncomfortable.” He seemed unhappy as he inspected her face carefully, his fingers tender against her abraded skin. “I’m sorry.”
“You’ve said and done plenty of things to apologize for, Trystan,” she told him, a small smile on her lips. “But this isn’t one of them.”
He sat up next to her, the duvet slipping to his hips, leaving that impressive upper body on display, and Iris greedily looked her fill. He’d kept his shirt on earlier, which had been a crying shame. Now her hands longed to explore that beautiful expanse of tanned, muscled flesh, but she wasn’t sure where they went from here.
“I think it’s time for a shower,” she said and he quirked an eyebrow at her.
“Together?”
She laughed at the optimistic question.
“Nice try, mister,” she said, snatching up a pillow to cover her nudity as she climbed out of bed. She stood next to the bed and stared down at Trystan, who remained propped up against the headboard. The duvet had slid an inch further south, but Iris kept her gaze determinedly on his face and continued to speak. “But maybe we both need some time to think about what just happened.”
“It’ll be impossible for me to do anything but that,” he said with a little grimace. “Look, I know this is all a bit much and you’re justifiably angry with me. I get it, I really do. I behaved reprehensibly but, Iris, I really fucking want you. I have practically since day one, which is why I’ve been so damned hell-bent on keeping you at a distance.”