Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Mark buried himself in me and held there for a moment before lifting one of my legs and rolling me over to my stomach. I groaned as he mounted me from behind, legs settling on either side of my hips and his hands gripping my ass as he curled over me. I bit down into the pillow as he slammed into me, his cock penetrating so deeply that it brought another wave of climax.
“Mark,” I moaned, “harder.”
A grunt of effort above me preceded his fingers digging into my ass as he started rocking harder into me. He was giving me everything he had, and I arched my ass up to give him a better angle. Sweat beaded down my back as the warmth from the fire mixed with the warmth of our bodies, pleasuring each other.
He slowed down after a few moments, and I pulled away from him, turning around and pushing him down on his back. He laughed at the silliness of me trying to push him around and went with it anyway. I straddled him and settled my core over him, then sunk down. He filled me so completely, and from above, I had control.
I rode him, letting my hair fall back between his legs as one hand massaged a tender breast and the other dove between my thighs. His thumb swirled over my clit, and I bit down on my bottom lip to not make any sound as the crashing orgasm began to roll through my body yet again. Below me, Mark groaned and suddenly jolted.
He came hard, and I slowed my motion, collapsing into his chest and kissing him on his neck and shoulders while he emptied himself inside me.
I rolled off him, pulling the blankets up to my chest as I curled into his arms. Sighing happily, I let my eyes close and made a little cooing sound.
“I love you,” he said, kissing the top of my head.
“I love you too,” I said.
I couldn't believe how fast time had passed. It seemed like just a few days before that it was a gorgeous fall season, and I was still pregnant, waiting and wondering what it was going to be like to be a mother. Now my baby girl was nearly two months old, and it was the end of the year.
Our first Thanksgiving and Christmas as a family of three were behind us, and I was preparing for a brand-new year with the new title of fiancé. The ring was still new on my hand, and Mark and I hadn't yet announced the engagement to anyone, but I already knew that by the time the next year rolled around, that title would have changed over to wife.
It was incredible to me how much had changed and how quickly my life had come together. It was more amazing than I ever would have been able to imagine, and I knew it was only going to get better. Every single day with my daughter was something brand new and wonderful as I watched her grow and learn. It seemed every evening when I put her to bed, she'd changed from how she was when I got her up in the morning. It was truly breathtaking, and I couldn't get enough of it.
That was at the very front of my mind when I got up on New Year's Eve and dressed Cassandra for our adventure together. For most of my life, New Year's Eve wasn't something I particularly looked forward to. It wasn't that I ran and hid from it; I just didn't really get excited about celebrating the end of one year and the beginning of the next.
Even with my successful career, my friends, and my brother, I always ended each year feeling like I hadn't made the most of it, like I wasn't really fulfilled and ready for the next one to come. At the same time, I looked ahead to the new year waiting for me after midnight and didn't have anything that really made me excited. There were things I knew I would enjoy, and things I wanted to do, but never something I was eagerly anticipating, or that made me especially excited for the new year.
That was all different now. The year had been an unexpected whirlwind I never could have anticipated. It was a roller coaster, and there were definitely times when it wasn't what I wanted it to be, but I would always look back on it as the most monumental one of my life. At least, so far.
That was the best part. For the first time in my life, I was genuinely excited about the prospect of another year ahead. Not just in the way that I was always grateful for another year of living and would look for ways to make something great out of it. Not even in the way that came when I had big milestones or achievements within reach and was looking forward to getting to them.