Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 102754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
I loved how responsive she was and how completely she gave herself to the moment. Every sigh, twitch of her muscles, and shiver she tried and failed to suppress was all for me.
And I was going to make sure she remembered it.
I tried—really tried—not to lose myself in what she was doing to me. Even though I was in control of how deep I was inside her mouth, I focused on her. My lips clamped around her clit while my fingers moved rhythmically inside her, curling just right. I was determined to push her over the edge before I let go.
And then I felt it—the way her body tensed, her walls fluttering around my fingers, the muffled cry she let out with my cock still in her mouth. Her moans sent shuddering vibrations down my length, a jolt of pleasure that coiled in my spine and shot straight to my core. It nearly brought me to my knees.
Still, I didn’t stop. I worked her through it, kept sucking, kept stroking until her body jolted beneath me. She was too sensitive, her hips bucking involuntarily, trying to escape the overstimulation. I hadn’t let go—but she did.
With a wet pop, her mouth slipped off me, and she moved quickly, breathless and wild-eyed. In the blink of an eye, her pussy was in front of me again, her hand reaching out, eager to guide me back inside her.
“I want you inside me,” she panted, her voice rough with need.
That was almost enough to short-circuit every rational thought I had. But I forced myself to stay focused—just long enough to fumble in the drawer beside the bed. My hand almost instantly closed around the familiar foil packet, tearing it open with practiced urgency.
She was still reaching for me when I rolled the condom on, and by the time I positioned myself between her thighs, I was shaking with restraint. I guided my tip to her entrance, and as her heat and tightness began to envelop me, I exhaled hard—like I’d been holding my breath since the moment she pulled her mouth off me.
Sliding inside her was like coming home. Slowly, I pushed in, inch by inch, savoring every moment her body welcomed mine.
I ran a hand up her body, tracing the line of her ribs and the swell of her breast until I reached her throat. My palm rested there, not applying pressure, just grounding us in the moment. My body was over hers now, close enough to feel her breath against my lips, and I looked down at her—flushed, open, completely mine.
Looking down into her eyes, I let my hand trail gently along her side, anchoring myself to her softness, to the moment. My voice was low, almost reverent, as I whispered, “Slowly. I want to take my time tonight, to really feel you. I want to leave something behind—so deep inside you, you’ll never forget I was here.”
Her expression shifted, softened, like my words settled into some part of her she hadn’t been expecting me to touch. She blinked up at me, eyes wide and vulnerable, then said with a quiet, unshakable certainty, “I never forget when you’ve been inside me.”
God, that answer hit me in the chest.
But still, I meant what I said. I needed more than just the act—I needed the memory to last.
So I moved slowly, guiding myself into her with control, each inch a deliberate decision. There was no rush. Just heat, tension, and the intimacy of two people who knew this might have to carry them for a while. We never broke eye contact, not once. I watched every flicker of pleasure on her face, every twitch of her lips, every flutter of her lashes until I was buried in her completely.
Only then did I close my eyes and drop my forehead to her shoulder, needing a moment to breathe. To not come too soon. To stay in the moment without letting it consume me.
When I felt steady again, I whispered for her to wrap her legs around my waist. She did without hesitation, locking us together. My hands gripped her hips, grounding me as I slowly stood, lifting her lower body with me. Her body adjusted perfectly like she was made to fit me this way.
With each stroke, I moved in and out of her with slow, measured thrusts. I wasn’t just fucking her—I was learning her all over again. Memorizing the way her body hugged mine, the way her breath caught in her throat, the way her eyes fluttered when I hit that spot inside her. I absorbed everything—how she felt, how she looked, how she sounded because I didn’t know what the next few weeks would hold. I didn’t know if we’d get another night like this, but I’d take this with me. I’d carry it. And if the silence or distance got too loud, this would be what I returned to.