Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 92368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” he grits out. “I missed you so fucking much.”
I missed you, too.
His arm comes underneath me, and he lifts me up. Sitting on his haunches, cock still inside me, he puts me in his lap. My back to his chest.
“Ride me,” he whispers roughly into my ear.
So, I do.
With his mouth and tongue on my neck. His hands on my breasts, pinching my nipples. Sweat mists my skin. Slick against his.
One hand leaves my breast and slips between my thighs.
His fingers find my clit, and he starts to tease me to the point of madness.
My legs are shaking. My heart racing.
But I keep fucking him, harder and harder, until I’m coming apart in his arms.
I’ve barely finished coming when I’m lifted off him, and my back hits the mattress. A second later, Zeus’s body hits mine. Another second, and he’s back inside me. And, this time, he’s not playing.
This is pure, animalistic fucking.
He’s gone to the edge, ready to go over. I can see it in his eyes.
He needs this. He needs me.
I hook my legs over his hips, wrapping them around his back. I press my hands to his chest. To his tattoo.
Then, I lean up and place a kiss on it.
He stills.
I lay my head back down. His eyes are on mine, and the look in them makes my heart ache.
He takes my face in his hands and leans down to kiss me.
I wrap my arms around him and kiss him back.
Then, he’s moving again.
But, now, it doesn’t feel like fucking. It feels an awful lot like making love.
But I can’t bring myself to change the point we’re at.
I want to be here too much.
I feel my second orgasm start to build quickly.
“You’ll come again, Dove.” It’s not a question. It’s a fact.
Zeus knows what he can do to me. Just like I know what I can do to him.
“Yes,” I breathe as I score my nails over his shoulders.
He growls and thrusts hard against me, his pelvis hitting me at just the right point.
“Again,” I gasp.
And he gives me what I want. And he keeps giving it to me until I’m coming again, and I’m coming hard, squeezing his cock with my inner muscles.
“Fuck…” he pants, his head buried in my neck.
A ragged sound escapes him, and I feel him jerk inside me as he starts to come.
We lay here, our uneven breathing the only sound.
Zeus lifts his head from my shoulder. His eyes meeting mine. His stare is smoldering.
He brings his mouth to mine and gently kisses me.
He makes to pull back, but I’m not ready to let him go, so I chase his mouth with mine. Hands sliding up into his hair, I kiss him, telling him with my lips that I don’t want to end this moment just yet, and he’s more than happy to oblige.
We kiss like teenagers making out for the first time, reminding me of another life.
I allow myself to indulge in it. Until I know it’s time to let go.
“I should clean up,” I tell him.
He stares down at me for a beat and then says, “Stay there.”
When he pulls out of me and goes to the bathroom, it’s like the spell is broken. Reality is back with a vengeance. And it’s like a cool chill over my skin.
I’ve just slid my legs over the side of the bed when he appears again in all his naked glory with a cloth in his hand.
He steps up to me and presses it between my legs, cleaning me. Then, he leans down and gives me a soft kiss on the lips.
If he notices that I don’t respond to his kiss, he doesn’t say anything.
He takes the cloth back to the bathroom. And, this time, when he returns, I’m on my feet, gathering the rest of my clothes from the floor. I’ve already got my bra and panties back on.
He stops by the bed and stares at me. “Were you even going to say good-bye before you left?” The sarcasm in his voice is evident, and it hits my spine like a hot poker.
“Don’t be an ass, Zeus. You knew that us having sex wasn’t going to change anything.”
“Yeah. But I didn’t expect you to fuck and run.”
“I’m not fucking and running.” I frown. “I’m just going back to my room. I didn’t want to fall asleep in here and have our daughter find us in bed together in the morning. I don’t want to confuse her.”
“Fine,” he says stiffly.
He walks over to where his clothes are. He gets his boxer shorts and puts them on.
Then, he walks out of the room.
I put the rest of my clothes on and leave his bedroom.
I find him standing in the living room in the semidarkness. His back to me, he stares out the window. I see the bottle of beer I got for him earlier dangling from his fingers.