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)
‘Fuck me,’ Jack breathes, appearing in the mirror behind me. His eyes are like saucers. ‘Your arse looks fucking amazing.’
I thrust my bum out cheekily and yelp when he slaps me clean across my left cheek. ‘Ouch!’ I’m grabbed, whirled around and thrust up against the mirror. My hair is yanked, my lips attacked. I meld into his body pushed up against mine, spreading my legs when his knee comes up and nudges between my thighs. I’m lifted up by my waist, my back sliding across the mirror with ease, the slight condensation coating the glass creating a slippery friction.
Jack’s kiss is relentless and hungry, his moans and growls desperate. My fancy knickers are yanked to the side, he levels up and pounds into me unforgivingly, pushing me up the mirror on a grunt. My hands go straight to his hair and grip, knowing I’m going to need the support. The feel of him buried to the hilt inside me sends my world spinning wildly. He’s too desperate to take it slowly. I am too. I kiss him hard and he lets loose, smashing into me on constant shouts. I bite at his lips, pull at his hair and scream on every hard pound. We’re loud and frenzied, fervent and messy. The depths he’s achieving are both pleasurable and painful. I throw my head back and shout at the ceiling, feeling his fingers claw into the backs of my thighs harshly. My back is repeatedly hitting the mirror, my skin squeaking across the glass when he withdraws, before crashing forward violently again and again. I close my eyes and focus on seizing my orgasm, feeling the pressure collecting fast.
‘God!’ I shout on a particularly brutal drive.
‘You want me to stop?’ he asks, not slowing in his pace, continuing to smash into me like a depraved madman.
‘No!’ I scream, dropping my head and dragging my lids open. I find his eyes are just as wild as his pace. I almost snarl, yanking at his hair viciously.
He grins and ups his stride, digging his fingers into my thighs further. ‘Are you close?’
‘Yes!’ My orgasm takes me by surprise, exploding between my thighs and robbing me of breath. My whole body starts to convulse uncontrollably, and my hearing becomes muffled from the pounding of my pulse in my ears. The muscles in my neck fail and my head collapses forward onto his shoulder, the intense waves ripping through my body ruthlessly. It’s almost too much to take. I’m limp against Jack, still being pushed up the mirror as the warmth of his seed fills me until he’s rocking gently into me, gulping for oxygen.
‘Jesus, that was intense,’ he pants, folding to the floor and taking me with him. I spread myself over him, my cheek against the centre of his chest, my palm resting on his pec. We stay on the hard floor of the bathroom for an age, a tangle of arms and legs, both of us heaving loudly. I feel dazed and sucked dry of energy.
‘Bath?’ he asks on a laboured breath, starting to fiddle with a lock of my dark hair. I hum my half-hearted agreement. I can’t move. ‘Come.’ He wrestles me up from the floor and holds me up with one arm, removing my underwear with the other. Lifting me, he places me in the tub and I immediately sink down into the water, sighing my appreciation. The heat is an instant relief for my muscles. ‘Move up,’ Jack says, stepping in.
Shuffling forward, I wait for him to settle behind me before reclining and coming to rest on his chest. His legs open and his arms come around and hold me, his nose falling into my neck. ‘That was good.’
I nod my agreement, still working to catch my breath. He laughs lightly and rests back, placing a palm on my forehead to encourage me with him. His fingertips glide up my wet thighs, onto my stomach and up towards my breasts. My nipples harden simply by the closeness of his touch.
‘Happy to see me?’ he teases, reaching them and circling the dark edges slowly.
‘I’m always happy to see you.’ I shudder atop him, resting my hands on his thighs and smoothing across his dark hairs. ‘This is nice,’ I muse quietly, closing my eyes. It’s relaxed and peaceful. Totally blissful. ‘Thank you for my gifts.’
‘And thank you for mine,’ he counters, making me smile into my darkness. ‘I’ve been thinking.’
‘What about?’
‘About snatching a whole weekend with you.’
My eyes spring open. ‘How?’ I ask, trying not to let my excitement run away with me. A whole weekend with Jack? I’m giddy at the mere suggestion.
‘There’s a construction convention the weekend after next. I’m signed up, but I don’t actually need to be there.’
I turn myself over so I’m lying front down on his chest. He must see the exhilaration in my eyes. ‘Where?’