Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
I step back and admire the beauty that is Zara Phillips, naked and wet on my bed as I slowly peel my boxers away from me and palm my erection. Nothing about us makes sense, yet everything seems right. I want her touch, her mouth, and her body. I want to feel her body pressed against mine. I need to have her writhing under my touch, to submit to me, to give me something that is so sacred to her. I believe that somehow we were brought together and meant to be in this moment, at this time.
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Twenty-One
My fingers trail up and down Levi’s chest while he does the same against my arm. My leg is hitched over his with my knee resting in what could be a dangerous place, yet he doesn’t seem to mind. I rise onto my elbow to look at Levi and find him with his eyes closed, his free hand placed behind his head and a soft smile spread across his lips. I know that if I kiss him, I’ll taste myself there.
Levi is only the second man I have been with. I wish I could say that I didn’t compare him to Van, but I did. I couldn’t help it. It’s not that I wanted him to be better than my soon-to-be former spouse, but I wanted everything to be different.
And it was. From the moment Levi put his mouth on my core, I knew that I was in for a wild ride. He wasn’t rushed, eager, or lazy in what he was doing to my body. It was like he knew every inch and how to bring me to the edge. He made me teeter, only to pull back and focus on another spot that pushed me until I was about to fall over. Every move had a purpose, an end game, that game being my pleasure and eventually his. When he finally entered me, it was as if we had been dodging this connection for years, not days. The ache I had been feeling wasn’t from missing Van, but from missing Levi. He gave me something that I didn’t know I wanted until that moment in the pool when he had me against the wall.
“Do you have regrets?” he asks me even though his eyes are still closed. I reach up and kiss him, pushing my tongue into his mouth greedily. Levi responds instantly and rolls us over, pinning me to the bed and moving between my legs. He’s hard and ready.
“I want this,” I tell him in between kisses. “I want you.”
He opens his eyes and finds me staring at him. It should be awkward, being this close, but nothing ever is with him. That’s how I know this is real. That’s how I know that what we’re sharing is going to last. This isn’t some May/December romance for me, and I don’t think it is for him either.
Levi leans over me and reaches into his bedside table and pulls out a condom. I long for a day when I can tell him one won’t be needed, but until my test results are back, I can’t do that to him. I would never put him in any danger, unlike what Van has done to me.
He hovers over me, breaking my thoughts on the negative in my life. I widen for him, and he pushes in slowly, languidly. My eyes roll back, and I imagine that he does so as well.
“Open your eyes, please?”
I do as he requests and watch his face as he pushes into me, never breaking eye contact. The muscles in his arms strain as he holds himself up, even though I want to feel his body pressed against mine, I feel that right now he’s testing me, making sure that this is what I want. Each push brings him deeper than before. Our first time was hard and fast, nothing like now.
My legs rest on his hips and my ankles push into his ass with each thrust. He’s setting me up for a mind-blowing orgasm and just thinking about it has me on the brink already. Levi looks down at where we’re connected and groans before settling himself on top of me, changing the angle that he’s hitting. I cry out when his pelvis rubs against my swelling bud.
“Don’t stop,” I beg of him only to have him pull out and flip me onto my side. I almost cry because he’s done it again. He’s masterful and showing me what’s in store, only to change and start over. I think he enjoys the game otherwise he would just do the deed and be done with it.
But now he’s hitting it from the backside, and his thumb is playing my clit like it’s his own personal piece of musical equipment. I cry out when he hits my g-spot and arch away from him only to slam into his chest when he pushes into me faster.