Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 85399 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85399 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
His cock is hard against my stomach as he grinds his hips into me.
The pressure in my groin is nearly unbearable.
“You still want me to tell you what I need?” I ask, panting as Jack presses kisses down my neck.
“Yeah.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
He stills for a long moment before chuckling against the bend of my shoulder. “Hearing you say that almost makes me come.”
I laugh, the sound turning into a shriek as he lifts me up. My legs wrap around his waist just before he turns us toward the bedroom.
“When did you start dirty talking?” he asks between kisses.
“Today.”
“It turns me on.”
I laugh as he nibbles my bottom lip. “I’ll note that for later.”
He tosses me on the bed. The mattress dips with my weight, and some of the pillows topple to the floor. Before I can get my bearings, Jack is crawling across the bed to me.
I part my legs, letting my knees fall to the side. He wastes no time settling between them.
My breath goes in and out at an obnoxious pace, keeping up with the erratic beat of my heart. I can feel my pulse throbbing in my wetness. It takes everything I have in me not to touch myself to relieve the pressure.
Jack strips me of my shirt, discarding it off the side of the bed. His lips find mine immediately, desperately—his hands roaming my body as if he’s never touched it before.
“I dream about you almost every night,” he says, planting kisses across my jaw. “Sometimes I lie awake and look at our old pictures together. Or I’ll come home and peek into your room and watch you sleep.”
“That’s creepy,” I say, gasping as his kisses trail across my collarbone.
He chuckles against me. “I want to climb in bed with you, but you look too peaceful to disturb.”
I moan as he grips my shoulders, then digs his fingers into my hips. My back arches as he caresses my breasts and rolls my nipples between his fingers.
Every touch is a reminder of how long it’s been since I’ve been in this position. It’s long overdue. Every gasp is a reminder of how good we are at this.
Our lips reconnect as he reaches between my legs. He drags a finger through my wetness, grinning against my mouth.
“I need you, Jack,” I say, groaning as he rubs my swollen clit.
“Not as much as I need you.”
A ripple of heat washes through me, spreading across every inch of my skin.
He spreads my legs apart with his. Air blasts against my flesh, making me shiver. He grabs his cock and inserts the tip into my opening.
Teasing me. Taunting me. Promising me.
“Ah!” I suck in a hasty breath. “Please.”
I roll my hips, dying for contact. When he doesn’t move, I open my eyes to find his trained on me.
I stop moving. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
His smile is soft and slow to grow.
“This is not the time for jokes, Jack.”
He chuckles. “There’s nothing to joke about here.”
“Then what?” I circle my hips again in a futile attempt at making him slide into me. “What’s the holdup?”
“I was just taking a second to absorb this.”
I blink. “I want to absorb you too. Now.”
He grins. “You’re funny.”
“No, I’m wet, and there’s an ache throbbing between my legs that only you can fix.”
He exhales a leisurely breath. “If you could see yourself right now, you’d understand.”
I flush.
The way he’s looking at me is heady. Intense, yet tender. Intoxicating, yet sober. Hungry, yet satisfied.
I still as a warmth stemming from love instead of simply lust flows through my veins.
“You’re so pretty, Lo. Beautiful. Sexy. I wish you could see you the way I see you right now.”
“I’m kind of glad I can’t.”
He laughs. “You’d be very impressed.”
“I’d be very impressed if you’d—yes,” I groan as he slides all the way inside me. “Just like that. Damn it, Jack.”
I hiss, the sensation of being completely and utterly filled.
“I like you demanding things from me,” he says, his voice rough.
“Well, I quite like you giving in to the things I demand.”
“Can you demand sex more often?”
I grin, bracing myself against the headboard. “Daily too often?”
He chuckles, and the sound echoes through me.
My muscles clench, my body molding around him with ease. I lift my knees and tilt my pelvis to give him even more access.
He grits his teeth and shoves inside me again. One long, smooth motion ends with the head of his shaft hitting the spot inside me that drives me wild.
I reach for his face as he picks up the pace, finding a rhythm that is nothing but bliss.
He lowers his mouth to mine, kissing me greedily this time, as if he can’t get enough.
I’ve worried so many times that Jack and I would never find this again. That this connection, this form of communication, was a thing of the past.