Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Yeah, I did just ask him for permission to have an orgasm. I guess that’s kind of funny. Or erotic—however you want to look at that. Funny or erotic, I really don’t care right now. I’m good with either, and my body is good with either. My body is good with everything Alden is doing.
When he suckles my clit into his mouth again, I fall apart. No, not fall. I bust apart in the most busting of busted ways that ever busting busted bustedly existed. I lose whatever control I have left, and my body does the rest, taking over. The pleasure rips through me with the force of a class five freight train—no, wait, I think that’s supposed to be used for classified information…no, for storms.
I can feel myself clenching around Alden’s finger inside me. The pleasure is so intense that it would be blinding if I had my eyes open. Even with them closed, it’s nearly blinding. There are no lights, no tropical worlds, and no planetary adventures for me. Just the pleasure coursing through and permeating, saturating, and mystifying every shred of my being.
I come so hard that I feel wrung out by the time I start coming down, but Alden keeps going, gently teasing my clit, lapping at my seam, thrusting slowly inside me, coaxing every drop of pleasure that he can from that climax, and giving it to me like a present all shiny and wrapped up with a big, pretty red bow.
Except this is better. This is so, so much better.
This is better than anything I’ve ever felt before in my life.
When I crack an eye, Alden is looking up at me. The look on his face is of pure wonder, pure happiness, and pure elation. Yeah, he did just give me that. The best climax of my life. I don’t think he knows that. He can’t possibly know that. But he looks happy, at any rate. He looks a little bit dazed himself—a little bit in a haze of pleasure in his own way. That. That is sexy as hell. That almost brings everything to a grinding halt yet again—the fact that he looks like he thoroughly enjoyed giving that to me almost as much as I enjoyed receiving it, if that’s even possible since I enjoyed that to the max times the max times a thousand times infinity.
“Your turn?”
He smiles at me lazily, his eyes big and hazy like he just got a heck ton of pleasure out of that too. “I’m good with just making you feel good.”
“What? No! Are you crazy? No, sorry, that’s not very understanding of me. I’ll come to you from a place of ‘I’ since everyone says that’s what you’re supposed to do. I’d like to give you as much pleasure as you just gave me. I would really enjoy that.”
His lips twitch. “Are you sure?”
“Oh, absolutely. I’d really like to rip your pants off like a feral beast and have some crazy sex that doesn’t involve the missionary position unless you get me on my back and lift my legs onto your shoulder-porn shoulders. Then I’m in.” Thank goodness I see the mirth in his eyes.
“Alright, let’s do that.”
“Yeah?”
Alden uses his lips as an answer. Also, he strips my panties away with a skill that’s impossible to believe hasn’t been overused in the past. He’s very good at shedding clothing. Very coordinated. Suddenly I feel like I’m all thumbs except all legs. I’m awkward and clumsy, but it doesn’t matter. Alden goes with it, kissing his way back up to my lips. He presses his massive body against mine and does things with his hands while he’s kissing me. Awesome hands. I mean awesome things. Also, awesome hands. He palms my breast, his fingers brushing over my nipple, and I temporarily lose focus. By focus, I mean my grip on any reality that doesn’t include this.
“Oh. Oh god.”
In response to my husky statement, Alden fits himself between my legs. He’s still wearing his pants, but apparently, that isn’t going to stop him.
I’m totally naked, which makes it easy for him to slip two fingers inside me. I’m soaked, so that also makes it easy, and I rock against them, grinding into him and meeting up with the heavens all over again. I’m so close to orgasm again from those thick fingers filling up my slick, aching channel.
“Dear god, Alden, can you please take off your pants?” He pauses very briefly. “I’m on the pill. If you don’t have condoms, I’m okay with that.”
“Are you okay with that? And how do you always know what I’m thinking? It’s starting to get borderline creepy, like aliens coming down from the sky and unexplained events kind of creepy.
“Or maybe we’re just on the same wavelength. It’s the logical next step.”