Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
‘I want you!’ I scream, sweat beads springing onto my brow. ‘Jack, I want you. Badly. More than anything I’ve ever wanted.’
‘So I’m not crazy?’
‘No!’
‘I fucking knew it.’ His jaw tightens as he levels up and advances, sliding into me with one long thrust. ‘Shit,’ he chokes, falling to his forearms, his eyes clenching shut. He’s shaking terribly, vibrating all over me.
‘Are you okay?’ I ask, defying his request to keep my arms above my head, bringing them to his shoulders and holding him. He feels like he needs it.
I hear him swallow, gathering himself. ‘I’m fine,’ he whispers, turning his lips to my cheek and kissing me tenderly. ‘You make me feel so alive.’
I can’t help but smile, even if there’s a tinge of sadness in it. Because when you feel this alive, there’s only one way to go.
The scratches on his neck catch my eye and his wife’s face starts poking its way into my mind. I swallow, my thoughts running away with me again. ‘Don’t think about it,’ he says, breaking into my reverie. ‘Please. Don’t think about anything but here and now.’
He finds my lips and kisses me slowly, swivelling his hips and grinding deeply, withdrawing and driving forward again. I suck in air and store it, holding my breath as Jack finds a meticulous pace that soon carries me away from the dirt tarnishing the moment, proving that it really is possible. In his arms, under his ardent attention, it is possible.
Our bodies work in complete harmony, like they know each other soul deep, our tongues lapping lazily. He rolls us and pushes me up on his lap, mumbling and shaking his head when I grind down hard, feeling him hit my womb. Strong fingers dig into my thighs and hold tight, his cheeks puffing out as his grey eyes watch me riding him slowly. One hand comes up and claims my neck, pulling me down to his mouth. I maintain my rhythm, circling my hips onto him, kissing him like there’s no tomorrow. Fighting off the notion that there won’t be is harder than I want to admit, because that would be facing my reality. He’s not mine. I’m taking something that doesn’t belong to me.
‘Annie,’ he growls, like he’s read my thoughts, pushing me over onto my back and slipping back in quickly. His face is stern, his jaw tight. ‘Stop.’ He executes a perfect drive and holds himself deep and high, watching me unravel beneath him. ‘Focus on now. On this. On us.’
I shout my frustration, my back bowing on the bed as I fight the unwanted thoughts away. ‘Make me forget!’ I yell, throwing my arms over his shoulders and clawing at his back, hiding my face in his neck.
‘Damn it, Annie.’ His pace speeds up, dousing my tormented conscience with a pleasure like no other. My eyes spring open, my hips flexing to meet his. ‘There you are,’ Jack murmurs, nudging my face from its hiding place and slamming his mouth to mine, swallowing down my moans. Sinking his teeth into my bottom lip, he pulls away and stares down at me. ‘Your face is a fucking picture.’
‘Jack,’ I breathe, seizing the telltale pressure that’s settling in my core and locking it down. ‘Faster.’
He picks up his pace and pistons back and forth, our lovemaking turning frantic as we both search for our release. ‘Oh shit!’ he yells, jacking himself up on his arms, getting more leverage behind his drives. His face is pouring with sweat, his grey eyes wide with wonder.
I can feel him expanding within me, the pressure getting too much. Jack’s head drops back, and he shouts to the ceiling, stilling suddenly above me. Then he jerks and the pulse of his cock, followed by a low, rough moan, signals he’s gone. One deep breath in, and his face twists as he withdraws and slowly pushes forward, the carefully calculated move taking me into ecstasy with him. My legs lock and I pull him down to my chest, tightening my inner muscles on slow, even pulls. Our moans are collective and full of fulfilment, and they stretch out for an age until both of our bodies go lax and we’re heaving against each other, trying to catch our breath.
I feel totally overcome, almost relieved that this time was everything I remembered. Powerful, emotional and mind-blanking. My thoughts sting. I shouldn’t be relieved. I should be panicking, because the thought of letting him go is about as painful as any.
I sink my nose into his neck and tighten my arms around his shoulders, clinging onto him. It feels so natural, so right, and when he responds, sighing despondently and holding me strongly, hopeless tears escape and stream down my cheeks.
‘Stop,’ Jack whispers, sounding as overcome by emotion as I am. ‘Please don’t cry.’