Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 106909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
He finished taking his shirt off and tossed it somewhere behind me. “Yeah, baby?”
“I love our first chance too.” His eyes smoldered and I continued, “And I’d have given you as many chances as you needed.”
He groaned and then his mouth crushed mine and the weight of him came over me. My hands stroked, caressed, and touched every part of him as any control I had detonated into the evening air.
I clutched him to me, his cock pressed into my pelvis, his thighs straddling mine while his fierce kiss bruised my lips and took what I was more than willing to give.
“Please.” I slipped my hand between us and tried to undo his pants. Needing. Wanting. Desperate to ease the ache that Ream ignited in me. “I need it in me now.”
Ream pulled back, putting his palms on the grass on either side of my head. He stared at me for several seconds, and I breathed hard, feeling as if I would combust if he didn’t kiss me, or fuck me, or do something.
“You need me in you.”
“Yeah, that’s what I said.”
“No, you said it.”
I reached up, curled my fingers into his hair, and yanked down. His arms gave way to the pressure and he was full on top of me again. “Semantics.” I kissed him, my lips roaming over his, taking what was mine and knowing that whatever happened with me, that Ream would stand with me.
He’d been willing to sacrifice his life for mine. Just like he had for his sister, giving up his innocence in order to protect hers. I realized that when Ream loved, it was truly unconditional and it was what I needed all along. Him. His overprotectiveness. His determination. His understanding.
He rolled to the side, slid his pants off then ripped my panties and threw them over his shoulder. His finger slipped into my wetness and flicked across my clit.
My back arched. “Ream.”
He kissed every part of me, taking his time, his hands caressing while his tongue tasted and his mouth worshiped. I writhed and begged him to put his cock inside me before he even got to between my legs.
Ream licked the wetness and then suckled hard, then soft and gentle. My body was a roller coaster of emotions, teetering on the edge then coming down again as he eased off.
Abruptly, he shoved two fingers inside me, and I moaned at the pain-pleasure of the sudden intrusion. He moved in and out while his thumb circled up higher causing my legs to open farther and my muscles to tighten. I lifted my butt off the ground, wanting more. Needing more.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said as his fingers continued to pump in and out of me while his other hand reached up and his finger stroked the side of my cheek where my scar was. It was a white line now and I could cover it up with makeup, but most of the time I didn’t. It was part of me. I accepted it, just like I did my MS. And I had the support of Ream and my friends. I’d never face this alone, and I knew then that I didn’t want to. Them knowing didn’t make me weak, it made me stronger than ever.
He pulled his fingers from me and grabbed his cock and slid it between my legs. I planted my feet hard into the ground and lifted up just as he placed his cock at my opening. It pushed inside hard and deep, and I moaned, closing my eyes.
“Anxious?” Ream pulled his hips back a bit, and he slid out then tilted his pelvis and sunk deep again.
“Love you, baby.” I curled my hand around his neck and brought his mouth to mine. That did it. Getting Ream to lose control took work, and I figured out what did it—sweetness. It won over my sass every time, so I used it to get what I needed. And what I needed was him fucking me.
He pushed into me hard, then slowly withdrew, and then shoved inside me again. Over and over until I panted and clenched at every part of him. He grabbed my thigh that I’d locked around his waist, fingers bruising my flesh as he thrust harder, faster, deeper.
“Oh God.” I closed my eyes, my nails digging into his tatted forearms just below the inked butterflies. “Please. Ream.”
“No. Wait,” he growled. His pelvis rocked into me again and again, and I met his every movement, our bodies slick and slapping into one another, the sound echoing across the still water. He stopped moving and grabbed my hands and put them above my head.
Our fingers interlocked—just like we were. Like we’d always be.
The broken lock with the damaged key now fit together. We’d opened one another up, and it was beautiful.
He started moving again and lowered his head and kissed me. It was gentle and sweet, but filled with so much meaning. I submitted more of myself to him. Gave him all of me.
He thrust faster.
“Now,” he murmured on my lips.
I let the feelings take me and my body succumbed to the climax and fell over the edge into a whirling tornado of ecstasy. Ream did several more hard thrusts, and then his mouth left mine. He tensed, his head back and jaw tight, eyes closed.
It took a few moments before Ream opened his eyes and met mine. Our hands were still locked and his cock still deep inside me. “No other. Ever.”
I wasn’t sure if he was saying that to me or telling me that I would have no other. It didn’t really matter. Either way there would never be another. Ream was it for me.
We sat on the end of the dock, the full moon hitting the water so it looked like sparkling diamonds scattered across the surface. I sat between his legs, our feet swirling in the water while his head nuzzled my neck and his arm held me tight against him.
“So are you ever going to tell me who owns this place?”