Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72543 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72543 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
The minute he’s inside me, I’m panting, and he groans, pulling me down hard against him. “Oh yeah, baby,” he murmurs. “You feel so fucking good.”
He tangles rough fingers in my hair and tugs my mouth back to his, thrusts into me even as his tongue licks past my mouth. The frenzy doesn’t stop either. We’ve been all about foreplay and teasing, but he’s hungry for release. I can feel it and it feeds the same in me. I’m touching him, rocking against him, riding him without even the slightest reserve. And God, his hands are on my breasts, his mouth capturing my nipple, the movement of our bodies tugging against the suction in painful bliss.
Everything is about the moment, and I can’t touch him enough, and I can feel the same in him. I can feel the build of another orgasm and there is no doubt he’s right there with me. He pulls me hard against him, lifting his hips and the force of that connection, the way my body is angled in just the right spot, when it happens is all it takes.
I bury my face in his neck, hold on for dear life, and tremble as my body spasms around him. Damion groans with the impact, shuttering beneath me, his fingers twisting in my hair. Time stands still, but pleasure speeds past all too quickly. I barely know when it ends, but reality returns with me molded against him, his hand resting on the back of my head.
“God, baby, you rock my world,” he murmurs.
It’s about the best compliment a girl can have, and I use his shoulder to lift myself and stare down at him. It scares me how good we are. How right we are. How close we are to fine crystal and how easily we could shatter and break and the price would be devastating. “You rock my world, so don’t leave again.”
“I’ll say it again. I know you think my reaction is to leave—”
“It is.”
“It’s not. I needed to take care of some business.”
“What business?” I challenge.
He hands me a box of tissue and changes the subject. “I got these chairs for us. And I put tissue and a trashcan right there, so we can fuck all night if we want to.”
“No, you didn’t,” I say, and despite him avoiding the topic, I laugh.
“I did. You bet I did. Clean up. And let’s order food.”
“You’re not going to talk to me tonight, are you?”
“I’ll always talk to you, Alana, but it ended up driving home what we already know. My father’s a bastard and I do not want him to be a part of the rest of our evening. Trust me to know I’ll tell you and it’s not life shattering news. Just not now and it’s my turn to say please.”
I can’t push him after that plea and I find I don’t want to, either. “Since you said please.”
A long time later we sit on the floor in front of the chairs finishing off a pizza, watching lightning streak across the sky. It’s wicked and promises a storm that never follows. But it’s coming. We both feel it.
“Let’s go to bed,” Damion says, after a particularly vicious streak lights the sky. “Our bed.”
I smile inside and out with this idea and allow him to not only help me to my feet, but scoop me up and carry me to bed. Everything about the moment is perfect. A fairytale hidden inside the scary movie, and when I snuggle under the cool sheet against his warm body, I decide I might just believe in a happily ever after after all.
Chapter forty-five
I wake to a splatter of raindrops on the window, and while it might be a dark and stormy day, I’m all sunshine inside. I’m actually waking up in Damion’s arms, in his bed, which is actually our bed, for the first time in my life. I decide right then and there that this will be a Saturday in the running for the single most memorable day of my life. Damion’s “Morning, baby,” that follows this mental declaration, driving home the light in the darkness of years apart—and yes, oh yes, this is going to be a good day.
A point proven when he rolls me to my back, spreads my legs, and settles his shoulders between my wide knees. He then proceeds to lick me until I’m trembling and considering how well his fingers and mouth seem to already know my body, it does not take long. I return the favor in the shower, with him against the wall, his cock in my hand and mouth, and his hand pressing me deeper. I’ve never known myself to be aroused by giving a man a blowjob, but oh yes, I enjoyed turning him on, driving him wild, having him groan out my name in this deep guttural way that all but has me orgasming all over again.