Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 126850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
I wanted more—I needed more from him, and I drew him closer to me with my legs, clamping them around his waist so he knew what I wanted.
Without a word, he reached down between us and positioned his cock, gently brushing through the wetness. A tiny, “Please,” whispered out of me, and he pushed slowly inside me, and I let out a groan, wrapping my legs tightly around him.
“Jesus,” he whispered into my mouth. “Why are you so fucking perfect?”
I couldn’t answer because he moved, sliding his fingers between mine before moving his hips. He settled into an easy rhythm, slow and almost loving, stroking his cock inside me like he wanted to remember every little inch of us together.
It felt good. So good. Him inside me, kissing me, pressing my hands into the bed, it was exactly what I needed, and I didn’t know how he knew that, he just did.
Everything built inside me, and I wrangled my hands from his to grip his back, hold him closer and closer to me as he moved. He tugged my head back and kissed my neck, making my back arch until every thrust was deeper and harder, and he picked up the pace, thrusting faster into me.
Pleasure washed over me in waves, one by one, until every inch of me was tingling with the anticipation of my release. We kissed and moved together like it was second nature, and I gripped him tighter as our moans and groans mingled into one.
The waves turned to a tsunami, and the orgasm rattled every bit of me. It pulsed through me, the sweetest release, and William groaned into the crook of my neck, stilling.
I could barely breathe. My muscles were clenching, and if I stayed here any longer, I was going to fall asleep on the spot in the aftermath of it.
“Fuck,” he murmured into the pillow.
“We just did,” I quipped back.
His whole body shook as he laughed, and he slowly raised onto his hands to look down at me. “I don’t even know what to say to that.”
“Don’t talk. Just move. I need to clean up in the bathroom.”
With another laugh, he did, pulling out of me carefully and moving so I could get up.
I didn’t want to get up, mind you. I wanted to stay there, and it wasn’t the sexiest thing in the world to get up, but I needed to sort myself out.
I trudged into the bathroom and did just that. I cleaned up downstairs and used extra wipes to clean my face, then I brushed my hair and slipped back into the bedroom where William was already lying in bed.
“Are you asleep?” I asked as I climbed in next to him.
“No. Come here.” He yanked me over the bed and tucked me against him, breathing deeply once we were settled. “Now I can sleep.”
“What am I? Your personal teddy bear?”
“Mhmm.” He kissed my shoulder and shuffled a little closer to me, sighing contentedly into my hair. “That’s better.”
I smiled, slipping one of my feet between his, and closing my eyes.
Yeah.
It was.
Much better.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO – WILLIAM
All Good Things…
Sunday morning dawned as mornings usually did: far too early for my liking.
Especially after last night.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d stayed up past midnight, never mind with someone else. All I knew right now was that I didn’t want to get out of bed. I wanted to stay here with Grace tucked against me and my arms wrapped around her, because getting up meant starting the day.
And starting the day meant our last full day together.
She was flying home tomorrow at lunchtime. The weather had passed, and I knew without even looking at the window that the sun was beginning the slow process of melting the mountain of snow outside.
I didn’t dare hope that would delay her flight.
I knew she had to get back. She had a whole life outside the bubble we’d lived in for the past week, and I couldn’t keep her here with me any longer than she already had been.
Back home in Oxleigh was another matter.
I wasn’t letting Grace go. She’d been yanked out of my life when we were children, and I wasn’t going to let the same thing happen now that we were adults. Whatever my feelings were for her, they were strong and very, very real. I wasn’t willing to let go of what could be, not now I knew just how good that was.
I would move Heaven and Earth to keep Grace in my life.
I couldn’t say as friends, though. It wasn’t enough. There was no way I could look at her the same way, platonically, and not remember what it was like to feel her moaning into my mouth and raking her nails down my back.
The memory of her clenching her thighs around my waist, gripping me so tightly I couldn’t move while she came undone beneath me, would probably haunt me for the rest of my life.