Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62543 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62543 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
He listens at first then responds with a fervor, snagging the back of my waist with his forearm and yanking me against his hard body. His other hand cups the side of my neck. My nipples tighten where they brush against his ribs. His cock thickens against my belly.
For once, I don't want the sex to be anonymous and hard from behind. The kind where I can stay in my head with the fantasy.
No, this time, I want it slow and gentle or maybe not gentle–scratch gentle. But I want it intimate. Looking into each other's eyes. Opening our hearts, minds, bodies, beings to each other.
This is love. This is what sex is for–this communion of two bodies. Two people. Two beings who are matched in a way no two other beings can be.
Adrian seems to want to take his time, too, because he doesn’t spin me around and fold me over the side of the tub. Instead he gently pushes me away from him and breaks the kiss. “Let’s get in.” He tips his head in the direction of the water and holds my hand like a gentleman, helping me to step into the tub.
I stand in the center of it until he comes in too, then I sit and nest in the cradle of his legs, leaning back against his chest. His soapy hands slide all over my skin not really washing me, just touching.
He rubs circles around my nipples with his middle fingers. He cups my breasts and kneads them, then slides one hand up to wrap around my throat in the way that I love. I lean my head back on his shoulder trying to block out the events of the night. Trying not to ask what's going to happen tomorrow. Or later today, I guess, since it's already dawn.
His fingers slide down to circle my belly button then cup between my legs where my muscles catch and release.
I close my eyes and surrender to the sensations, let Adrian give me pleasure without desperately seeking a finish. He parts my folds and finds my clit, which he gently circles. Time stands still. With this touch–this undemanding, light touch, I am reborn. My body vibrates and hums with pleasure, releasing the ugliness of the night, coming firmly into the present.
Eventually the water cools, so Adrian lifts me to stand and follows me out of the tub. I hold a towel open for him, and he flashes me that rare, boyish grin before snatching it from me and wrapping me up in it. He captures me and pulls me back against his body. “Do you think I need to be taken care of, little one?”
“You had a rough night, too,” I offer.
He rocks me back and forth in his arms, swaying like it’s a slow dance. I don’t want it to end even though I sense the ending is near.
Very, very near.
Adrian towels me off and leads me to the bed where he pulls the covers back for me.
“You’re coming in, too, right?” I ask as I crawl onto the bed.
“Oh, I’m coming in.” Adrian pounces, tackling me down on my back, his lips crashing down on mine. I lock my ankles behind his back, drawing his hips into the cradle of mine as I slide my tongue between his lips.
He braces his weight on his arms and lets me feel the warm tip of his cock. “I need to get a condom.”
“I have an IUD,” I remind him.
“I’m clean.” He holds my gaze as he drags the head of his cock through my juices. When he presses forward, he moves slowly, like he’s watching for trauma.
I use my legs to draw him in, rocking up to meet him.
There’s something life-affirming and whole about the way our bodies fit together. The way they feel together. I need this as much as I need water and air. We hold each other’s gazes as he rocks slowly in and out of me, dipping his mouth down every so often to meld our mouths with another searing kiss.
Like in the bath, there’s no frenzy to finish. We’re communing together, present and giving. His rhythm becomes my rhythm as we move in concert.
And then it’s no longer enough. Adrian raises to his knees and lifts my pelvis into the air, holding me steady, so he can drive deep and fast. It feels like he could split me apart, and I want him to. I want to be consumed by him as I devour everything about this moment. This experience.
Our cries and shouts mingle, becoming more desperate as we both draw closer–still completely in tune with one another.
There’s no need to speed up or slow down because we both orgasm at the same exact moment–his roar of satisfaction carried by my higher pitched scream, the two sounds weaving together in a harmony all our own.