Total pages in book: 176
Estimated words: 164533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Finally, he climbed back to the top of the bed and reached across to grab a condom from the dresser. With practiced hands, he tore open the packet and slid the latex down his impressively large shaft. I couldn’t take my eyes off him the entire time. Then his mouth returned to mine, kissing me hungrily as he palmed my thigh, lifting it slightly as he repositioned himself.
“Rhys,” I begged past his kiss, needing him immediately, and at last, he thrust in. I’d never felt such delicious fullness or at least not for a long time. Not since I was with him last. Rhys had always been just right for me, and I wished I’d fought harder to keep him in my life back when I’d had the chance.
“You okay?” he asked, a little breathless as he brought his forehead to mine and rested it there. I loved having him above me, loved the little bit of weight pressing down on me. I felt so cherished by him. Safe.
“Yes,” I responded past a moan when he gently began moving his hips. “Very okay.”
Rhys gave a deep chuckle, keeping his forehead plastered to mine, eyes open to take in my every reaction as he quickened his thrusts, and a tidal wave of pleasure spread through my body.
How long had it been since penetrative sex felt as good as this?
Too long.
Rhys trailed his nose along my cheek and down the hollow of my throat, causing tingles to race down my spine before he captured my breast in his mouth and sucked. I cried out, lost to the pleasure while his thrusts increased in speed and pressure, fucking me in earnest.
“Charli,” he groaned, sweat collecting on his brow. “We fit so well together.”
“Faster,” I begged, and a sinful smile graced his lips before he gave me exactly what I wanted.
I scraped my nails lightly through his hair. Rhys tongued my nipple then moved across to the other, heightening the pleasure of his cock thrusting inside me. At that moment, I felt completely and lovingly consumed by him, and there was no greater feeling.
My hands explored his shoulders, his muscles tensing and bunching. I wanted him to come, wanted to feel him collapse his delicious weight on top of me when he was spent.
“Are you close?” I asked, my mouth at his ear, and he groaned once more, nodding and fucking me in hard, sharp thrusts. A moment later, I felt his heat between my thighs, his lips finding mine as he came, muffled, barely decipherable swearwords trailing out of him before he did just as I’d hoped and collapsed on top of me.
I closed my eyes, feeling exquisitely surrounded and weighed down by his warm, large, heavy body.
33.
Rhys
I made a move to climb off Charli, but she spread her palms out on my lower spine, holding me in place.
“Stay,” she pleaded, her voice choppy as she fought to catch her breath.
“I don’t want to crush you,” I murmured fondly.
“You won’t,” she responded quickly. “I like it.”
This had a curious smile shaping my lips. “You do?”
“Yeessss,” she breathed as though in intense pleasure. “It feels so good. Like a weighted blanket but with muscles.”
My smile deepened. “You’re being odd.”
“I don’t care, just stay where you are.”
“Okay, but … if I stay like this, then I can’t make you come, which only seems fair.”
This gave her pause, and my amusement increased. “Right, well, you can, um, do that in a minute. Just let me enjoy this for now.”
“As you wish,” I replied, placing a tender kiss on her temple before allowing my full weight to press down on her. She sighed like it was the most pleasurable thing she’d ever experienced. I didn’t think there was anything that could make me fonder of her. I’d never had a lover ask me to lay my weight on top of them after sex. I had a suspicion Charli wasn’t even sure why she liked it. Maybe it was the closeness, the feeling of complete connection. Whatever the reason, I wasn’t complaining, not when her perfect, plump breasts were smashed against me.
I was still getting my head around how quickly it all had happened. When she’d turned up on my doorstep two hours ago, I certainly hadn’t expected us to end up in bed. Yes, I’d gone down on her last night, but that had been an impulsive decision. A little treat just for her. Well, okay, for me, too. I’d hardly been able to keep my eyes off her all through dinner, and by the time we were alone together, my willpower snapped.
She stretched out beneath me, her sinfully curvy body mine to please, and my heart felt like it might beat right out of my chest. Oh yeah, when Charli finally decided she was done with me and ready to move on, it was going to smart like a motherfucker. But I couldn’t seem to bring myself to worry about that right then. She’d told me it wasn’t possible for her to regret sleeping with me, and that went both ways because I would never regret her no matter how much it fucked me up in the end.