Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 198235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 991(@200wpm)___ 793(@250wpm)___ 661(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 198235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 991(@200wpm)___ 793(@250wpm)___ 661(@300wpm)
‘Again,’ I demand. He’s teased me too far this time. ‘Again!’
‘That depends.’
‘On what? You said it doesn’t always need to be hard.’ I’m battling to catch my breath, swallowing repeatedly. ‘Then you do this to me. Have you finally read the part of the book that confirms you won’t hurt the babies?’
‘Yes,’ He strikes with utter accuracy, buckling my arms, but then holds still again. ‘It’s a good book.’
‘It’s a good book now.’ I agree. Now that he’s read the most beneficial part, it’s a great book.
‘It was always a good book, but it did say you must listen to your body.’ He slides out again and pushes forward on a moan.
‘I’m listening, and it’s saying harder.’ I pant.
‘The babies are protected. I read that.’ He hisses and blows out a controlled breath. ‘And I can spank you, apparently.’ His palm collides with my arse on a loud smack, and I yelp.
‘You’ve already slapped me!’ I remind him on a shout as he re-enters me.
‘But I didn’t think you were pregnant then.’ He reminds me on another sharp assault of his palm across my bum. ‘Good?’
‘Yes!’ I persuade my head to lift and when it does, I go dizzy with gratefulness. My tongue leaves my mouth of its own accord and journeys across my bottom lip slowly, enticingly. ‘You look amazing.’ I breathe, watching each finely tuned muscle on his abdomen bunch and his biceps bulge from holding my lower body to him.
‘I know.’ He grinds smooth and slow.
‘Oh God!’ My arms finally give in, collapsing and leaving me flat on my back.
‘I know,’ he agrees, ‘I fucking know.’
‘Jesse, I’m going to come.’ I’m not so bothered about maintaining my resistance now. It’s long gone.
‘I’m not.’ Out and in he slides all over again. ‘Are you listening to your body, Ava?’
‘Yes! And it’s telling me I need to come!’
Slap! ‘Don’t be fucking smart!’ He swivels, pulls free completely and slips his cock straight up my centre, instigating a stupidly satisfying friction of his flesh against mine. ‘Well, it’s telling me that I’m doing a damn fine job of servicing you.’ He’s shaking. I can feel it travelling through his arms and into my legs, but he maintains his silky smooth thrusts. ‘Fuck, I need to be all over you.’ My lower body is dropped and my hands grasped, pulling me up to his standing body with an easy tug. I’m on the rug, beneath him in no time at all, my nipples being teased by his tongue and his hand between my thighs, guiding himself back to me.
Now that I can feel his skin, I notice just how sweaty he is. My hands are feeling out every inch of him. ‘Kiss me,’ I plead, and he doesn’t mess about. Our mouths are together, he’s sliding back inside of me and our bodies are touching in every place possible. His momentum is perfect, and I’m rocking my hips up to meet him on every drive, capturing the spikes of pleasure that each one of his plunges is instigating. My hands land on his arse and my nails dig into his solid cheeks as he ravishes me with his mouth, our tongues dancing wildly and hungrily.
‘I think…’ he’s on my cheek, pushing on. ‘you should…’ now he’s at my neck, then he’s biting at the lobe of my ear. ‘quit your job.’
I shake my head, tipping my hips up on a long, happy moan. ‘No,’
‘But I want to spend every day doing this. Give me back your mouth.
I turn my head into to him. ‘You’ll have to wait until I get home.’ I’m biting his lip now and pushing my hands into his arse to gain some friction.
‘I don’t want to.’ He bites me back. ‘Wherever, whenever.’
‘Except when I’m at work. Deeper.’
‘Oh, so she can make the demands, then?’ He doesn’t go deeper, the bastard.
‘I’m not quitting my job.’
‘And how do you expect to look after my babies if you’re working.’ He asks the arrogant question around my mouth on a painfully perfect rotation of his hips.
‘But you want me at home to do this, not to look after your babies.’
‘Now you’re just being awkward.’ He abandons my mouth and leans down to bite my nipple before kissing his way back up my body. ‘Deeper?’
‘Please.’
‘Okay,’ He goes deep. Very deep. So lusciously, amazingly deep.
‘Hmmmmm.’
He stills and concentrates on kissing the life out of me. ‘Do you see? I’m giving you what you want.’
He most definitely is, but I know where this is going, and it’s called a sense fuck without the brute force. I need to be careful here. ‘You’re too good to me.’ I quip. ‘Ohhhhh!’ I’m tinkering on the edge of orgasm obliteration, but this is so nice—just steady lovemaking, feeling each other and taking our blissful time.
He swallows my sated moan, continuing to explore my mouth, like he’s never had it before. Our sex sessions, whether steamy or romantic, hard or soft, are always like the first time all over again. ‘You should show your gratitude.’ He leaves my mouth and braces his upper body on his arms. ‘Don’t you think?’ He looks down between our bodies as he rears back, and I look down, too, seeing the full length of him emerging from my passage. ‘Look at that.’ he sighs and holds himself, just breaching my opening, then he looks up at me. ‘Just fucking perfect.’ He sinks in, smooth and slow on a long rush of hot breath that warms my face, even from his raised position. I’m starting to tremble and my useless arms fall back over my head. ‘She’s beginning to pant.’ he states, dropping to his forearms. ‘She’s trembling all over.’ His hips falter in their meticulous assault and judder forward.