Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Little tiny lights danced in my vision, and I came.
Everything locked down tight.
My vagina. My tight asshole. My jaw.
I cried out through my clenched teeth, and sank the rest of the way down on his cock.
One long, slow, languid glide.
“Fuck!”
I must’ve done it too fast, because the next thing I knew, he was coming.
I could feel his dick twitching inside of me as he filled me with his come, but I was too busy dying my own tiny little death to care about his.
My legs shook.
“Oh, God,” I breathed, reaching down and pushing his finger away from my clit. “Too much.”
And then I collapsed onto his chest, panting and spent, as I tried to figure out what in the hell had just happened.
***
Later—hours later—Reed got a page.
He didn’t make any promises as he climbed out of my bed, and I didn’t ask for any.
We’d always been like this—allowed our feelings to take center stage.
It was more than obvious to both of us that the feelings we had for each other had never been in question.
We still wanted each other. Me, though? I still loved him.
I’d tried forgetting. I’d tried ignoring. I’d tried dating.
Nothing, and I do mean nothing, worked.
I knew that I’d go to sleep and dream about him. It never failed. Never.
He was my dreams.
Luckily, I wasn’t the only one dreaming.
Chapter 11
Life would be easier if I could mark people as spam.
-Reed’s secret thoughts
Reed
I never set out to have sex with her that day.
Honestly, we were just enjoying being together when it sort of just happened.
I’d gotten my apartment using the grant money I’d been awarded, and paid the six-month lease in full just that day.
There was a bed in the bedroom. A nightstand with one lamp, and a suitcase in the corner of the room.
There were leftovers from my parents’ house in the fridge and that was it.
This was the first time in six months that we’d actually had time alone where there wasn’t someone else in the house outside of our own four walls.
“Pizza sound good to you?” she asked, sounding excited.
I grinned and picked up the phone, placing an order for a large pizza before going back to find her on the couch.
She was bouncing on the cushion, looking at me excitedly.
“I don’t even know what to do with myself,” she whispered. “What do we do now?”
I took the seat next to her and turned, pulling her into my lap.
She came willingly, her smile brilliant.
“Now…I don’t know. I don’t have cable yet, and honestly, I’m not so sure that I can hack it,” I admitted. “After I get my next paycheck, I’ll have to see what’s left once I buy all the shit I need for this place.”
She nodded.
“Your mom gave you some towels and dishes, though, right?” she looked around worriedly.
I nodded.
“Well…” she paused. “I don’t know what to do either.”
Then she dropped her lips to mine.
One thing led to another, and soon I found her breast in the palm of my hand.
My thumb swept over the nipple, and the hiss she let out was enough to make my dick harder than a rock.
I’d had sex before, of course.
But it’d never felt like this—and I wasn’t even doing anything yet.
I was shaking. Literally shaking.
I kept telling myself that I'd done this before, but for some reason this felt like so much more.
"Are you sure?" I rasped, pulling back long enough to see into her eyes.
She looked just as caught up as I was in what we were doing.
She nodded. "Very sure."
I swallowed despite the dry throat, and motioned for her to stand.
"Let's do this in our bed."
"Our bed?"
She smiled at that, and I couldn't help the return smile as she stood.
And when we were in the bed, her sprawled out on it, legs slightly parted, I finally realized that this woman was the woman I was going to spend the rest of my life with.
We may be young, but I knew exactly what I wanted. Her.
That wasn't going to change.
Not today, tomorrow, or fifteen years from now.
She was the greatest thing that ever happened to me.
And, as I smoothed a condom down over my cock and crawled up between her legs, I wasn't scared.
Something so perfect could never end, could it?
***
I woke from the dream with a start.
I was sitting up straight in bed, and my eyes were locked on the wall beyond me.
There was a picture of Krisney on my nightstand. And beside that was a grainy photo of the ultrasound labeling the tiny forms of Hail #1 and Hail #2.
I swallowed hard and closed my eyes, willing my heart to slow.
It was hammering, just like that time in my dream, too.
I swallowed bile.
I'd been so fucking wrong.
Not about the loving her part, but about it ending.
The girl had grown into a beautiful woman, and my love for her hadn't ended. I still had the same old feelings for her now that I did all those years ago, and I always would.