Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
His dark eyes hold mine.
Tell me to stop.
5
Eliza
We stare at each other. My heart is pumping so hard that I can feel my pulse throughout my body. I dust the backs of my fingers through the hair on his lower stomach, and his eyes flicker shut as if he likes it.
I open my mouth to say something.
“Don’t,” he cuts me off.
Whatever’s happening right now, he doesn’t want to talk about it.
He trails his finger down my clavicle, between my breasts, and then lower to my stomach. My entire body begins to thrum, as if waking from a two-year long hibernation.
He turns me away from him in a quick movement, and our gaze goes back to our reflection in the mirror. Him, in his white shirt and black dinner suit pants, and me in my white lacy underwear. His hand goes to my stomach, and he pulls me closer.
His open lips dust my neck, and I watch him and the ecstasy on his face. This is too much. I tip my head back to rest on his shoulder. My eyes close in pleasure.
Oh hell, what’s happening right now?
With his every kiss on my neck, our breathing becomes heavier, the feeling between us stronger. A river of deep emotion is flowing between us, and it feels sacred and strong.
This doesn’t feel sexual. It feels honest. Like we care about each other so much that the worship we have for one another is running over into the physical.
It’s magical.
Nathan
My entire body is aroused as my hands trail up and down her body.
The taste of her neck on my tongue is inciting bad thoughts, and I want more.
So much fucking more.
My cock thumps as it becomes painfully hard. I ease my hips back from hers. She can’t feel how aroused I am. She can’t know how badly I need to fuck her.
“Nathan,” she whispers, breaking the spell.
My eyes snap up to hers in the mirror. What the hell am I doing?
I step back. “You should take a shower.” I run my hand through my hair as I try to calm myself down. “You need to get that make-up off.”
Her face falls—is that disappointment?
“Yes.” She gives her head a subtle shake. “Okay.”
She practically runs to the bathroom, and I begin to pace. What the fuck was I doing?
She can’t know what’s going on with me.
She can never know how I feel.
Do you want to lose her, you fucking idiot?
I sit on the edge of the bed and put my head into my hands.
Shit, that was close.
I sit back to rearrange my cock in my pants. It’s painful and restricted.
I need to come or I’m going to… Hell, I can’t even think what I’m going to do.
I get a vision of Eliza beneath me, naked, and my entire body tingles.
Fuck.
I unzip my pants with urgency, and I take my cock into my hand. I get a vision of Eliza on her knees in front of me and I begin to pull myself.
Fuck, yeah.
Take it all… take it fucking all.
The grip on my cock is nearly painful. I need it harder, I need her tighter.
I close my eyes and tip my head back. My bicep begins to cramp from the vice-like grip I have on myself.
The shower turns off.
No.
I need it.
I zip my pants up. The bathroom door opens, and I brush past her before she has time to notice the tent in my trousers.
God damn it, woman… I want to fuck your mouth.
I lock the door, turn the water on, and tear my clothes off, desperate for Eliza.
Desperate to ejaculate.
I soap up my hand, get under the water, and I begin to really fuck myself. I need this. I need it hard.
I want it to hurt.
My legs go weak from underneath me, and I put my hand up on the tiles to hold myself steady. I close my eyes and taste Eliza’s skin in my mouth. I can almost feel her breath on my chest, and I come hard. My head tips back and I give a low, guttural moan. My heart is racing, gasping for air, and my body shudders as it comes down from the high. I keep stroking to completely empty my body.
Thinking of her when I come is an out of this world experience. I can’t imagine what the real thing would feel like. Maybe I wouldn’t even survive it.
I stand under the shower, the water running down over my face, and the more I come down from the high, the more guilt fills me.
Eliza trusts me, and I’m jerking off over her like she’s a piece of meat in a porno.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I stand under the water for a long time and slowly wash my hair. I’m dreading facing her.
Eventually, when I can’t put it off any longer, I turn off the shower and dry myself. Normally, I would walk out there in a towel and dress in front of her but I can’t now. It feels weird.