Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
His dick had softened inside me, sheathed in his come as well as mine. He brought his face close to mine again, looking into my gaze.
“I like it when you’re inside me.” I raised my head and kissed his soft lips above mine.
He kissed me back, his hands grabbing mine and pinning them above my head.
Good. I didn’t want to go anywhere.
He held himself on top of me, looking into my face. “We’ve been at this for hours… I need some time.” His dick was always hard for me, but after several sessions and many climaxes, he was done for a while.
“I know. I still like you inside me.”
His eyes turned affectionate.
“I’m hungry…”
He smiled slightly. “I can make something.”
“No.” I squeezed his waist.
“Alright, then I guess we’ll starve.”
“Let’s order a pizza or something.”
“I really don’t mind cooking.”
“I know, but that means you’ll have to leave…”
He continued to look down at me, his hands around my wrists. “I’ll have to leave to answer the door when the pizza arrives.”
“Yeah, but that’s not for at least thirty minutes.”
That slight smile was still on his lips, finding my clinginess endearing rather than annoying. “Alright, let’s order a pizza.”
I pulled out of his grasp and grabbed my phone. There was an app on my phone, so I opened it and quickly ordered something before I tossed it aside.
His eyes hadn’t left mine. “Now what?”
“We just stay like this.”
He leaned down and kissed me on the mouth, rubbing his nose against mine. Then he pulled out of me and rolled over, moving to his back beside me.
I turned to him, snuggling into his side.
He rolled in my direction and hiked my thigh over his hips. We were still close together, lying in my dark apartment because there was nothing else we’d rather be doing. I could do this every moment for the rest of my life, just live in this beautiful bubble.
“What did you order?”
“Margherita.”
“Sounds good.”
My hand moved up his chest until it cupped his cheek, feeling the stubble on his chin. My fingers rubbed across it, feeling the resistance of the thick hair. My fingers touched his lip, stroked his jawline, memorized every detail of his face. “That was really sweet of you…” It was probably the sweetest thing he’d ever done in his entire life.
His eyes didn’t react, but he knew exactly what I referred to.
“This winter won’t be so bad.”
“You’ll never be cold, I can tell you that.” He turned his lips into my hand, kissing the center of my palm.
My hand slipped down to his chest, and I looked into his eyes, so comfortable that I could fall asleep without having dinner at all. My heartbeat was slow, slower than it was when I slept, and I felt like the sunshine was hitting me right in the face, blanketing me with warm light. There were butterflies in the room, a pleasant breeze from the summer season, a glare from the horizon. I was in a different place, lying in a meadow with this man beside me, watching me, holding me.
“What are you thinking about?” His deep voice came out as a whisper, as if it were an apparition in a dream.
“It’s stupid…”
“Nothing you think is stupid.”
My hand moved over his chest as I smiled. “For a second, I thought I was in a meadow…in the sunshine…with butterflies and tall blades of grass. Maybe I fell asleep for a second and fell into a dream.”
His fingers glided up my stomach, his hand outstretched so it covered me entirely. “Your eyes have been open the whole time, baby.”
“Then it wasn’t a dream…it was real.”
After he showered and got ready for the day, he headed to the door. “I have to go, baby.”
The flowers were in the vase on the kitchen island, bright yellow and still blooming, filled with the memory of summer. When the sun was out, those flowers helped me believe it wasn’t sixty degrees outside, but swelteringly hot instead. “No.” I moved in front of the door, blocking it with my body.
He tried not to laugh at my pathetic attempt to keep him here. “You know I would stay if I could.”
I moved into his chest and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Please…”
He sighed deeply, like he might abandon everything just to stay with me. “Don’t make this hard for me.”
“No, I’m going to.” I kissed him good on the mouth, giving him openmouthed kisses that would entice him to come back to bed with me.
He almost fell for it, but he pulled his lips away and saw reason. “Nice try. You almost got me.” He cupped my cheeks and kissed my forehead before he moved to the door. “I’ve got a lot to do today. Come over later tonight.”
“When will you be home?”
He shrugged. “Sometime after seven.”
“Alright.” Sometimes I wished he lived with me. That way, I would see him every single day; I would never have to go long until he walked through the door again.