Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
I want to turn him on, even if it’s scary. And from the bulge in his pajama pants, I know he’s very turned on. So I keep going, sliding down my sleep shorts to reveal my sheer, see-through underwear.
His eyes widen as I turn around, giving him a view of my ass, which is frankly fabulous. I’ve always gotten compliments on my round, grabbable ass. I slide down the sides of my underwear very slowly, doing a little shimmy.
I stop about two inches down and move to my bra, reaching behind my back to unclasp it and giving Rowan a flirty look over my shoulder.
“Fuck, you’re killing me, babe.” He runs a hand up and down his erection, still trapped inside his pants.
I turn around and slide down my bra straps, then let it glide down my arms and fall to the floor. He sits up as I return to my underwear, our gazes locked as I ease them down.
When he puts his hands on my hips and brushes a kiss over my stomach, I inhale sharply. His warm breath gives me goose bumps. He moves his hands around to my ass and sinks his fingertips into my cheeks, gently spreading them.
This was supposed to be about him, but it feels too amazing to stop him just yet. He moves a little closer to the edge of the mattress, the tip of his erection grazing against my stomach as he takes one of my nipples in his mouth and teases it.
He circles his tongue around it and then nips, making me moan. I rake my nails over his scalp and he tightens his grip on my ass.
I have to force myself to take a step back and say, “Stand for me.”
When he does, I pull down his pants and boxers, his erection jutting out in front of him proudly.
I push his shoulder slightly and he sits back down, his eyes widening as I get to my knees.
“Holy shit, Cam, I won’t be able to take much of this.”
I tease the tip of his cock first, swirling my tongue around it and sucking it gently. He groans when I wrap my hand around his shaft, leaning back on one hand while his other hand cups the side of my head.
I’m very out of practice, but I don’t feel that way as he exhales jagged breaths and swears while I work my mouth up and down his substantial length. I love having complete control of his pleasure. Going fast and then slow, like he does to me.
I bring him to the edge again and he pulls away slightly.
“You’re gonna make me come,” he says gruffly. “I’m so goddamn close. Get on your back.”
Desire pools between my thighs as I obey, thanking past Cam for staying on birth control because it regulates my periods. Rowan wastes no time, putting my legs on his shoulders and slowly pushing into me.
“You feel so fucking good.” He closes his eyes for a few seconds.
He fills me in a way I can’t get enough. There’s discomfort when he gets all the way in, but he eases back out when he sees me flinch.
“I’m okay. Keep going.”
He goes slow, groaning as he buries himself all the way inside me again. I might come just from listening to him; it’s unbelievably hot.
I move my hips up to meet his, encouraging him to go faster. He knows exactly how to wind me up, just like he does with his mouth.
When he bends to kiss me, I grab a handful of his hair and tug. “Harder, please. I want you to come inside me.”
“Holy shit.” He hisses through his teeth as he thrusts into me deeper and faster. “I’m gonna come.”
“Just...oh, God.” He hits me in the exact spot I need at exactly the right moment and I cry out his name, pleasure spreading through every inch of me.
When he thrusts into me for the last time, he lets out a long, deep groan, shuddering as he empties himself inside me.
I exhale hard, wondering if it will always be this amazing. His strong, athletic body was made for this. What if he hadn’t kept trying with me, and I’d never gotten to experience the most transcendent sex of my life?
“That was an eleven,” I murmur as he pulls out of me.
He smirks and kisses me gently. “What did you do to me? You squeezed my cock with your pussy. I’ve never come so hard.”
“Pelvic floor therapy.” I smile up at him.
Never did I think I’d be grateful for every last Kegel I’ve done since delivering my boys, but his reverential smile makes me feel like a sex goddess.
“I should probably just quit hockey,” he teases, lying down on his back and putting his arms over his head. “Then I can skip the road trip and fuck you day and night.”