Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
I squeezed my eyes shut tight, praying for patience.
Calm down, Delanie. He’ll give you what you need.
I knew he would.
He’d never not taken care of me before.
But the waiting game that he made me play was a test of my nerves.
I was right, though.
The moment his cock lined up with my entrance and he slid inside? It was everything.
He didn’t go slow, but he didn’t go fast. He kept his pace light and even as he slowly fucked me into oblivion.
“I think I’m going to come,” I breathed, my hands clenching on the back of his biceps.
He ran his bearded jaw over the length of my chin, then stopped when he was at my ear.
“Then come.”
I exploded then, unable to help myself.
I went from feeling like I might blow up to actually blowing up.
Tiny little fragments of myself were likely scattered all over my bedroom.
I cried out, eyes going sightless as the orgasm to end all orgasms rolled through me.
It was like a riptide. I didn’t realize how far and fast it was going to pull me under until it was already on top of me.
Nerves I had no clue I even had burst to life, tingling and firing.
My pussy clenched down hard on his cock, and for once I wasn’t quiet when I orgasmed.
I screamed.
Hard and loud.
I felt my throat constrict and knew that come tomorrow, it’d probably be sore and hoarse.
But for now? With the orgasm rolling through me? I couldn’t find it in me to be concerned.
I panted as I slowly came back to life, and when my eyes finally blinked open, I felt like a different person.
I looked at Bourne, saw his amusement, and could only shake my head.
“I don’t think that I’ll survive if you keep giving me orgasms like that,” I told him bluntly.
He grinned and pulled out, which was when I felt the wetness rush out of me.
I quickly placed my hand over my sex and caught his release with my fingers.
Waddling to the bathroom, I cleaned myself up as Bourne came in and started the shower.
He grinned at me when I used my fourth massive wad of toilet paper to clean myself up.
“It’s been a while,” he admitted.
I rolled my eyes at him, causing him to laugh as he got into the shower.
I followed behind him, reaching for the bar of soap so I could clean myself up.
The shower was short and fast. At least, it started out that way.
Since I’d already taken my shower, I decided to just join him—and possibly wash his back.
While he was washing his hair, I watched as the soap suds rolled down his body in rivulets. Going over the speed bumps he called abs, seeping into the nest of dark curls that surrounded his still semi-erect cock, and then curling around his balls to fall down his legs.
Glancing up at his face to make sure his eyes were closed, I reached forward and poked his cock. Lightly. Oh, so lightly. Just to see if he could feel it.
I quickly glanced up at his face and saw him peek an eye open at me.
“You felt that?” I asked.
He flashed a grin at me. “Yeah.”
I waited for him to close his eyes again, and then did it all over again, trying to touch a different spot this time, as well as trying to go for lighter.
I glanced up at him in time to see his lips tip up at the edges.
“That, too?” I asked.
His grin went wider. “Yes.”
I did it all over again, not bothering to look up this time. “What about then?”
“Yes.” He paused. “The head of a man’s cock is the most sensitive part of his body. Trust me when I say, there’s likely never going to come a time when I can’t feel that. And if there is a time, we should probably go to the emergency room, because something is wrong with me.”
Grinning, I reached forward and wrapped my hand around his cock.
“What about now?” I asked.
In answer, he pushed me up against the wall of the shower and said a few words against my lips.
“Do you want it from behind, or with your back to the wall?” he growled.
I reached for the soap and ignored his words, running my soaped-up hands all over the breadth of his shoulders.
“I think you should get to bed,” I admitted. “I have work to do, and you have to sleep so you can get up tonight and do your shift all over again.”
He growled and flipped me around. “From behind it is.”
Ten minutes later, he was lying in my bed naked, face down.
“Did you let your dog out?” I asked.
“Yes,” he sighed as he sank farther into the bed. “About halfway through my shift, then right before I got off. Booth played with him a bit this morning before coming to work, too. I’ll go over there before work tonight and let him out. I’ll get dressed over there, too.”