Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 114368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Yes, yes, yes…
He placed one hand at the base of my neck, not squeezing tightly but holding on enough to intensify my sensations more than I thought possible. That was new, and I liked that... I liked being choked by him.
His mouth lowered to mine, and he licked my lips from the bottom to the top before whispering against them. “Who’s the good birthday girl?”
His eyes dilated, and my heart felt sprung as I whispered back, “Me,” wanting nothing more than to stay lost in him for a while. He held me tight, too, as if he cared. He caressed every single piece of me, both physically and mentally. He soothed the loudest parts of my insecurities as he pressed against my mouth.
“That’s right,” he softly spoke. “You’re my good birthday girl.”
At that moment, I lost myself.
At that moment, he discovered me.
My legs trembled against him, and he growled in pleasure as I discovered another orgasm. He felt it, too—everything. As I trembled, he moaned in pleasure. I could tell he was fighting everything in his power not to join me yet in his final destination. He wasn’t looking to stop the celebration anytime soon.
He turned me on my side, wrapped his legs around me, and slid into me from behind. “Oh my gosh,” I breathed out, discovering that different angles hit different marks, and I loved every second of it.
His face pressed against my side as his words rolled off his tongue. “I like that,” he told me. “I like that I can see all of you.” His hands fell to my breasts, massaging them as he nibbled against my earlobe. “I like that I can feel all of you.”
We stayed there with one another, losing time and every inhibition we’d held. I didn’t know his hurts, and he hardly knew mine, but for those sacred moments, we felt like one. One strikingly beautiful mess.
He flipped me over to my back and met my stare once more. Those brownish-green eyes were addictive. He could’ve asked me for anything then, and I would’ve granted him his every wish. If he asked for a star, I would’ve found a ladder tall enough to reach the sky because that was how much I craved his pleasure. I wanted him as much as he seemingly wanted me.
“Come with me,” he ordered as his tip rubbed against my clit. He thrust into me, keeping eye contact, holding his stare as if I were the only person he’d ever want to look at again. I did as he commanded of me.
He came inside me, and I came fast, hard, long, and freely.
Yes, yes, yes…
After we finished, he collapsed on top of me. “Fuck,” he muttered, pleased. He trailed kisses down my neck before he flipped over to the side of me, completely drenched from the roller-coaster ride we’d ridden with one another.
“That was…” he breathed out.
“Yeah…” I agreed.
He tilted his head toward me, and a sly smirk found him. “Told you that you’d be sitting on my face.”
I rolled my eyes, feeling slightly bashful. “Whatever.”
A strange look found him as he stared at me. He narrowed his eyes, tilting his head slightly as he observed my face. The wicked smile that landed against his lips evaporated as he met my eyes. Then he hurriedly stood from the bed and gathered his clothing. He moved as if he’d just witnessed a ghost within my stare.
The sensation of his urgency sent chills of confusion down my back.
How could he look at me one second ago as if I were everything and then blink and make me feel like nothing?
I pulled the blanket over my body, hoping it would work as a shield to protect my timid heart. A flurry of nerves hit me as my mind returned to reality. An odd feeling of rejection settled in my mind when his warmth evaporated from my skin. Coming down from the highest high was met with the unfortunate aftermath of feeling lonely. He was still in the room, but he felt so far away. Maybe not physically, but mentally he’d somehow checked out the second his feet left the bed and found solid ground.
The whole situation left an odd taste in my mouth, but I tried to swallow it. What did I expect, anyway? I didn’t even know his name. He didn’t owe me anything, not even a goodbye. Logically, my brain understood that, yet my heart? It felt slightly cracked.
I bit my bottom lip. “Leaving already?”
His eyes met mine, and I saw it again—his rawness, his confusion. Something was eating at his mind and scrambling his thoughts. Maybe he was feeling as conflicted as I had been. Didn’t he feel what I felt? That wasn’t just sex. It couldn’t have been. I’d never felt so personal with someone I knew, let alone a stranger. But maybe that was what one-night stands were—fake situations appearing real.