Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 79670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“You slipped an ice cube into my pussy,” I start with the second part of it, “and you had my little bullet vibrator in my ass.”
“Oh, forgot about that little guy,” he says as he rolls my nipples. “All I did was play with your nipples. Sucking them.” He sucks one. “Biting them.” He bites down. “Rolling them.”
My hair covers my face as I try to keep up the pace. “Pinching them and then pulling them,” I remember breathlessly.
“That ice cube was melting out of you, and it took you a minute and a half to come.”
“Then you fucked me good.” I finish the story for him. “Hard.” I slam down on his cock and come. I don’t move because I literally can’t. I feel like a rag doll. Like all my limbs are just loose and wild.
He waits until I’m done before flipping me onto my back and fucking me just as hard, if not harder, than that day. I don’t even know how many more times I come, but when it’s time for him to come, he pulls out of me and comes all over my landing strip. I look down. “I guess the eagle has landed.”
TWENTY-SIX
ROMEO
Only Gabriella could give me one of the best orgasms of my life and then make me burst out laughing. “How?” I ask, trying to catch my breath and rolling over to the side, this time not taking her with me. I swear, the minute I sank into her, I thought I would come right away, even though I had come in her mouth not that long before. But sinking into her, fucking bare, it’s on another level. Sex with Gabriella is always, and I mean always, one for the books. She takes, and she gives, and she never, and I mean never, is scared to ask for what she wants.
“I mean,” she says, looking over at me, her legs still open as her chest rises and falls, “we went to pound town, and then you landed.” She points down to the middle of her legs. “Right on the tarmac.”
“Speaking about the tarmac,” I state, pointing down at her, “I wasn’t wearing a condom.”
“I’m clean,” she says and then looks away from me, and my hand flies to her face. Grabbing her chin in my hand, I turn her to look at me.
“That isn’t why I was asking. I came inside you without wearing a condom.” It sinks in how irresponsible I was, but fuck, my head was so out of it that I didn’t even think. “I should have protected you before anything else, and I’m sorry.”
“Romeo, I’ve never had sex with anyone without a condom.” I know this much is true because, even though we were together for seven months, we used one every time. I had condoms stashed everywhere in my house. In her house. My glove box. My jacket pockets. My jeans. My wallet, wherever I could, I always made sure I was covered. I even started putting a couple in the shower. I bought them in bulk at one point. “I have an IUD. There will be no baby Becketts.”
I shrug, standing back up. “Yet.” I wink at her, and she rolls her eyes at me.
I throw my legs off the side of the bed, then stand up and look down at her as she closes her legs and stretches, arching her back. I want to lean down and take a nipple in my mouth. It takes me a second before I do just that. “I can’t help it.” I suck her in my mouth, and she doesn’t blink an eye at me doing it either.
“I need a shower,” she declares to me, and I hold out my hand for her. She puts her hand in mine and gets off the bed. “Are we going to take a shower together?” she asks, putting her head back as if she is waiting for me to kiss her.
All I can do is put my hands on her cheeks and pull her close to me. “I’ll go anywhere with you,” I whisper softly, kissing her nose. “I’ll do anything for you.” I kiss her on the lips. “Always.”
She puts her hands on my hips, and I feel the heat seep into me. “Let’s shower, then.”
“Let’s.” I smile as I turn and smack her ass before walking to her en suite bathroom. She switches on the light before walking to the shower and turning it on. She puts her hand under the rain shower, testing the water, and I can’t help walking to her and moving her hair to the side. “You’re beautiful,” I say, kissing her neck. My heart pounds in my chest as she looks over at me, and I can’t help but say, “I love you.”
She puts her hand on my cheek. “You’re not so bad yourself.” She kisses my lips softly before her hand falls from my face, and she steps into the shower. I try not to let it bother me that she didn’t tell me she loves me back. She really doesn’t have to say it because I know she does. There is no way she would have given me a second chance if she didn’t, I know it. I think even she knows it. “Are you coming in?” she asks, putting her hands in front of her.