Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
He pulls my panties to the side and frees himself with the other hand. I gasp, straining against him when he drags his head through my wetness. I’ve never needed anything so much as I need him right now.
And he rolls his hips and fills me all at once. I could scream, I could cry. I could roar out my triumph because this is what I needed. The two of us locked together like this, moving as one. I needed him staring deep into my eyes as he connects us again and again, his lips brushing over mine, our breath mingling between us as the heat builds and grows. As he touches me deep inside, so deep. Every time he grinds against my clit, he pushes me higher until there’s nothing that matters but the tension building in my core and what I see in his eyes. Something I always wanted to see, something I wished so hard was there. I see it now, and my heart is so full, swelling, making it difficult to breathe.
I’m going to come. I feel it, just beyond my fingertips. I cling to him, and he holds me close, rocking me slowly, every stroke bringing me closer to the edge. And when I fall to pieces, it’s in his arms, shaking and moaning his name.
I’m still trembling from the aftershocks when he pulls out. My heart sinks a little until he holds out his hand. “Come with me.” I place my hand in his and put my feet on the floor, ready to follow him anywhere. Only my legs are still a little shaky, so he takes pity, lifting me in his arms and carrying me through the kitchen, the living room, then up the stairs. He doesn’t say a word. I don’t need him to.
Instead of taking me to my room, he walks passed the open door and to his suite, where he sits me down on the bench at the foot of the bed and drops to his knees. Now he undresses me, his hands roaming my body as he lifts the nightshirt over my head, then lowers my panties. He kisses his way up my body, and I lean back until my head is on the bed. He buries his face between my breasts, and I hold him there, whimpering, moaning out my pleasure. Pleasure he gives me, lapping at me, teasing my nipples with his tongue and even his teeth, then moving farther up to my throat and finally my mouth.
He plunges his tongue inside again, in time with his dick entering me. He takes it slow, almost torturing me with every inch he gives me, then takes away. I tease him back with my tongue, breaking our kiss to flick the tip over his lips until he groans helplessly. His eyes open and lock on mine, and a shudder runs through me, curling my toes. I close my legs behind him, pulling him deeper, demanding more. More of him, more of this, more of us.
The familiar pressure is starting to build again, the unbearable tension, and I want him to come with me. I move my hips, grinding them with every stroke, every time our bodies connect. He picks up his pace, and I know he’s getting close, too. I run my hands through his hair, gasping every time he drives himself into me harder, faster. “Come with me…” I gasp, so close.
“Look at me. Just at me.” With his face inches from mine, he stares into my eyes, and I do the same, lost in him, lost in this. I’m torn between craving release and hoping this never ends.
But it’s going to end, and soon, the tension is building until I can’t take it. I want to come—I chase it. I need it. I need to come in his arms again.
And when my whimpers turn to cries, he follows me until the wave builds to its peak—then crashes, leaving me sobbing his name as delicious waves roll through me. He buries himself deep, grunting out his release and filling me with his cum. It leaks out between us, but he doesn’t pull away, holding us together, breathing hard against my neck, pressing his lips to my skin again and again.
“Alicia… oh God…” he groans. I only smile, nuzzling him, holding him close. So close.
If we have nothing else, we have this. And I intend to hold on for as long as I can.
36
ENZO
“You didn’t have to do this.”
“Sure, I did.” Alicia lifts an eyebrow at me as the jet’s landing gear touches down. “What, did you think I was going to miss a chance to fly to Italy again?”
“You know what I mean. You’re missing school.”
“I’ve already missed plenty of school—and we made an arrangement with them, right? I’m not worried about it.”