Series: Like Us Series by Krista Ritchie
Total pages in book: 241
Estimated words: 236417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1182(@200wpm)___ 946(@250wpm)___ 788(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1182(@200wpm)___ 946(@250wpm)___ 788(@300wpm)
But this position is new, and as he slips inside me, I feel fuller somehow. He moves for barely a minute before I cry out, “I’mgoingtocome.” The orgasm rattles my entire body, but he holds me still against his chest. The force of his arms is sending me. When I intake some oxygen, I murmur in the pillow, “Again.”
He’s stopped thrusting.
“Please.”
He’s still hard. He’s still in me. What’s the hold up?
“Please.”
He’s slow this time. His lips skim my sweaty neck, then hit my ear as he whispers, “I can barely fucking move in you, you’re so swollen. You feel that?”
I try to nod.
“You feel how deep I am in you?”
Yes.
“You feel me buried inside you?” Another thrust.
Fuckfuckfuck. I moan, “Don’tstopdon’tstop.”
“I can’t stop,” he whispers sexily against my ear. “Our worlds depend on me penetrating you over and over and over again.”
Holy…my eyes start to roll. He is a giver, and seeing me unravel ignites him. His pace is vigorous. I cry his name into the pillow.
He murmurs against my ear, “My little fucking weirdo.” He nips my lobe with affection.
Black dots flash in my vision—I’ve heard him call me that before. I don’t know where or why, but I feel those words pool in my soul. Like that’s where they’ve been.
That’s where they belong.
This climax is body-trembling. He releases inside me, and I feel his cock unloading. I black-out for a second, and I’m a hot, sticky mess in his arms. Still, I like his sweat and the dampness of the tangled comforter and sheets. There’s something sultry about the aftermath of what we just did, the tangible remnants of our sex.
I don’t want to clean off.
I want to make a bigger mess. “Again,” I rasp.
“Let’s take a break.” He pushes a calm hand through his hair, the come-down oozing his muscles. “You’re too sensitive.”
“No, I’m good if you are.” I’m about to straddle him, but he pushes me back gently, then his fingers skim my clit. I flinch into a gasp. Like he electrocuted me. Whoa.
He’s searching my eyes. “That hurt?”
I shrug. “We could just try…?”
“It won’t feel as good for you again,” he tells me. “We can wait. This isn’t…” He trails off, his gaze drifting far away.
“What?” I catch my breath.
“This isn’t the last time,” he says with a single nod to me, and I can’t make sense of his expression. But I just nod back and accept that we’ll be able to do this again and again. Later.
Donnelly leaves the bed to open a window. Letting cold air rush through the room. Purple shapes from the lava lamp bathe his skin in an iridescent hue.
“You okay?” I ask as he comes back with a pack of cigarettes.
“Just déjà vu,” he mutters, his arm slipping around my shoulders. “I’m alright.” He smiles down at me. “You want a towel?”
“Not yet.”
He nods, his lips still rising. “How’d it feel?”
“To lose my pseudo-virginity,” I smile, “it felt like the greatest take-off of my life, but only because it was with you.”
He kisses the top of my head. “You sore?”
“Not in a bad way. It kinda feels like you’re still inside me.”
He peels a sweaty strand of hair off my cheek, tucking it behind my ear. I try not to yawn. I’m slumped more into his chest, and I tilt my chin up. Just to observe him. He lights a cigarette between his lips. He seems very content and happy.
My smile softens. “Was sex super different with me this time? Than before I got amnesia?”
He blows smoke away from me, his brows furrowing. “You wanna know?”
I’ve been afraid these details would make me insecure, but now, I’m just more intrigued. “Yeah, I do. Am I needier?”
He grins. “Not by much.” He puts the cigarette back to his lips.
“Really?”
“Yeah, you’ve always been eager, but it is different this time.”
“How so?”
He’s thinking. “It’s more intense.” He reaches for an empty energy drink can on the nightstand, and he taps ash into it. “Your reactions are heightened. Your body used to always tremble, but now it’s like you’re going through a fucking exorcism when you orgasm, and it’s…” He’s grinning into a drag of the cigarette. “It’s hot. Really hot.”
I flush. “Why do you think that is?”
“Probably ‘cause you had bad experiences with other guys before I came around. Your sex drive wasn’t even as high as it is now.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Yeah…sorry, maybe I should’ve told you earlier, so you could tell your doctors.”
“It’s okay.”
He passes the cigarette to me. “This is usually my favorite part.”
“Of sex?”
“Yeah.” He smiles at me. “Everything is just peaceful. Body, mind, the space babe I made come four times.”
“Mmm-hmm,” I blow a line of smoke. “You’re really good at it.”
He pinches the cigarette out of my fingers. “Fucking you comes naturally.”
“I feel the same way for it being my first time, but I have a feeling if I did this with someone else, it would’ve been sloppy.” I battle a yawn. “I know you’re the only one I ever remember sleeping with, but I think you’re a pro.”