Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 117443 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117443 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
“No,” he said firmly. Her smiled faded. He took her hand from across the table and she felt a glimmer of hope, anyway. “I don’t start over. I want to pick up right where we left off. With you in my house, in my bed, and hot by noon. For the rest of the day.”
Hayley shivered in anticipation. Chris didn’t miss it. She tried to gather the plates quickly but he pulled her to him. “Leave them,” he ordered. He lowered himself, caught her behind the knees with one arm and had her firmly by the shoulders with the other. He carried her into the bedroom. Their bedroom, she thought, with no small amount of wonder.
He laid her on the bed and pressed one knee into the mattress next to her. His mouth was on hers, his hands were on her shoulders. They slid to her back and tugged at the zipper. He pulled the dress off over her head and she fought to quell the tiny bubble of panic that threatened to rise up. He carefully pushed her back down onto the mattress and moved to cover her. As she’d once done for him, his lips brushed her collarbone, traveled between her exposed breasts.
There was only one long, white scar across her left breast. Chris’ lips followed the length of it. The scar between them trailed down to her stomach and he followed it down to the criss-cross of lines on her stomach.
“I love you,” he told her.
She jerked with a sob that she tried to force back down. Her stomach quivered as he kissed it. “I hate what he did, but I love every part of you.”
Hayley cried as he tugged down her panties. In that moment, she couldn’t have told him to stop or to go on. But Chris seemed to know that she wanted him to keep going, even though she couldn’t say it. He wasn’t so much ignoring her tears as he was allowing her to have them, move past them, and find her way back to him and this moment.
He kissed her inner thigh and she spread her legs for him. He parted her with his thumbs and licked inside her. Hayley felt a riot of sensation and emotions, in fact she was nearly lost in them. Her first orgasm came amid the tears. Chris let her ride it out on his mouth and then pulled himself up over her. She came back to herself with a renewed sense of what she wanted and a determination to grab it and hold onto it.
She ran her hands down his chest and took hold of the waistband of his shorts. She tugged them down as far as she could and he pulled them off the rest of the way. She pushed him onto his back and leaned over him, her long hair sweeping across his thighs. She gently took his cock in her hand and ran her tongue up the underside. She was rewarded with a tiny bead of pre-come weeping from the slit. She extended her tongue and savored it. Then she crawled up beside him and laid down with her head on the pillow.
Chris groaned as she cut his blow job short. Such must be his punishment, he supposed. Hayley took hold of his forearm and tugged. He was so surprised that he hesitated. “Hayley-”
“I want you,” she told him. “I- I want you like this,” she said, pulling harder.
Chris felt his breath catch in his throat and then he nodded. “Okay. Okay, baby.” Slowly, cautiously, he moved toward her. He stayed on his side for a moment, drawing her bottom lip into his mouth and sucking it. She ran her fingertips up his arm to his shoulder and once again tried to pull him closer. He moved over her, keeping his focus on her eyes. He settled himself between her legs. He kissed her throat and her collarbone, working his way down to her left nipple. She arched her back as he took it into his mouth. She writhed underneath him and good God it felt every bit as good as he had imagined it would.
He released her pebbled bud and moved over to the other one. He had barely opened his mouth before she pushed it between his lips. He gently bit it and she cried out. “Sassy,” he told her. She made a noise of contentment and relaxed underneath him, allowing him to bring her to the edge of orgasm with her sensitive peaks. He stopped and reached for the nightstand drawer.
She caught his wrist. “Don’t. Please,” she whispered. Chris looked down at her. “I want all of you. Just tonight. Please. I can get a pill in the morning.” Chris blinked down at her, surprised by her request. She released his wrist and brushed her fingertips down his cheek. “I gave you everything. Give me everything. Just for tonight.”