Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 81745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
I ignore the pain in my chest and put my hands to my face, blinking away the stinging of my eyes. “You know,” I say, “when you asked me what was the most romantic thing someone has ever done for me?”
“Yeah,” he says, standing in the middle of his bedroom at the foot of his bed.
“I want to change that answer,” I say, walking to him. “This,” I say, opening my arms and turning around in a circle. “This right here is the most romantic thing someone has ever done for me.”
“Good,” he says, coming to me and grabbing my face in his hand. “You, gorgeous,” he says, “are worth it all.” He leans forward to slowly take my lips. The kiss is not rushed like all the other ones. This kiss is slow, almost as if he’s savoring it. I close my eyes and get lost in all of him.
Chapter 26
Miller
I wanted to cook for her. I wanted to make her see that this isn’t just another night for me. I wanted it all, but then she looked at me, and I could see she had doubts that I even liked her. I can’t even wrap my head around what we are doing. Neither of us has put a label on it. I mean, I called her my girlfriend in front of about fifty people, but for the past eight days, we haven’t spoken about it.
Could I just have sex with her? Yes. Did I want to just have sex with her? No. I wanted her to know I wanted more. The kiss is soft, unlike all the others we’ve had over the past week. “I can never get enough,” I say, peeling her sweater over her head. “You leave me always wanting more.”
“You always leave me breathless,” she says, unbuttoning my white shirt. “Every night, I wanted you to stay with me,” she says, looking up at me, shocking me. “I wanted you to stay with me if only to hold me.”
“If I stayed with you, gorgeous,” I tell her when she slips the shirt over my shoulders, “I wouldn’t have been able to just hold you.”
She smirks at me. “I would have been okay with that.” Her hands go to my pants, and I push her back before she slips off my pants.
“If my cock comes out,” I tell her, “I won’t be able to stop from burying myself in you.”
“I am more than okay with that,” she says, kicking off her boots and then slipping her pants off. Standing in front of me wearing just a bra and panties, she comes to me. “Make me yours.” She puts her hands around my neck.
I attack her mouth this time, not sure I can stop myself. My hand goes around her waist as I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I walk to the bed, our mouths never letting the other go. My knee hits the bed, and she only lets me go when I lay her in the middle of the bed. I lean over to grab a condom out of the side drawer. She sits up in the middle of the bed and kisses my stomach. “I’ve never done this,” I tell her as she looks up at me. “Here.”
“You’ve never had sex in your bed?” she asks, confused, and then looks down and then up. “I’ve never had sex in my bed, either.” She unbuttons my pants and pulls them down over my hips.
“This is not what I thought it would be like,” I tell her, ripping the condom with my teeth.
“How did you think it would have been?” she asks as I unclip her bra and toss it to the side.
“I thought it would be smoother,” I say as she pulls down my boxers and my cock springs out. I roll the condom down my length. “I thought it would be after I make you come a couple of times with my tongue and my fingers.”
“You can still do that.” She lies back and spreads her legs, and I see her pussy out and open for me. Her panties are crotchless. “Just after you make me come with your cock.”
“You got it,” I say, taking my cock in my hand and rubbing it up and down her slit. “Are you going to watch?” I ask as the tip of my cock slips into her. Her eyes never leave my cock as she takes me in one smooth move.
Her heat all around me as she pulls her legs back. “Fuck me,” she says, still looking down at where we are joined. I pull my cock out and then slam into her again. I try to go slow, but she keeps asking me to go harder.
“More,” she says, her hips coming up to meet my thrusts. Snapping, I grab her hips in my hands and pull her onto my cock each time I slam into her. The sound of skin slapping fills the room.