Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“I’ll help you into the shower,” he tells me before kissing my temple. Then we are moving through the house and down a hallway. We enter a room with a giant bed in the center of the floor. The place is beautifully furnished, with two nightstands and a dresser with a TV mounted over it. Everything is clean but simple. No color really touches anything. Everything is in tones of black, brown and white.
We enter a bathroom and I expect him to put me down, so I hold him tighter in a silent plea. I don’t know why I’m latching on so hard to this man, but I know I don't want to let go. I can’t.
“I’ve got you,” he reassures me. I hear the water come on, then we step in. Warm water greets my back, and I let out a relieved sigh at the feeling. “Feet down.”
I slowly let my feet drop and toeing off the socks he put on me. I slide down his body until my feet touch the floor of the shower. One of his arms stays locked around my waist as he reaches for a bottle of body wash. He squeezes a little into a loofah ball. The fresh smell of the soap reminds me of him.
He starts to rub the loofah all over me. I let my eyes fall closed, enjoying being taken care of for once. He starts with my shoulders, working his way down. The loofah brushes across my nipples, making them harder. I hear him moan and mutter my name. I want to open my eyes but I don’t. I’m too shy to bring myself to do it.
I feel the loofah drop to the floor, then his hand is there.
“Tell me to stop,” he says in a low gruff whisper that almost sounds pained.
“Hmm,” is all I utter. I love the feel of his hands on me. I can’t remember the last time someone even touched me, let alone held me close. I’ll never tell him to stop. If I could speak right now I would likely ask for more. It feels too good to want it to stop.
I push into him, silently encouraging him. He slides his hand down my stomach. My breath hitches when it slides between my legs. I part them for him, wanting him to touch me there, too. My whole body is throbbing with a need I can’t place. I wiggle against him and let out a little desperate cry.
“I got you. I know what you need and I’ll take care of it. Take care of you.” My heart starts to pound at his words.
I want him to promise me that.
“I promise,” he tells me with so much sincerity in his voice it makes me realize I said the words out loud. My eyes finally open to meet his as his finger slides across my clit, making me gasp. He steals the moment to take my mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.
His tongue sweeps into my mouth. I fall into him, letting him take what he wants and soaking it all in. He sucks and nips at my lips. “Kiss me back. Show me that you want this,” he growls against my lips before taking them again. I part my lips for him, and when his tongue sweeps into my mouth this time I slide mine to meet his.
I moan into his mouth. His lips are softer than I thought they would be. All thoughts leave my mind when his fingers between my legs move faster. I cling to him as I rock my hips a little. I hate that he still has on his boxers. I want us to be completely skin to skin. I want to feel every part of him as I come undone.
The pleasure is building. I forget about the kiss and throw my head back in bliss. He moves his mouth to my neck and sucks and kisses me there, taking little bites as his fingers bring me closer and closer to release.
“Cole,” I moan.
“Let go, baby. I got you. Cum for me.” And I do. My body jerks against him as I cry out his name. My body goes lax as the most intense pleasure washes through me. His arm around me keeps me from falling as he holds me tight, still giving soft strokes to my clit, getting every bit of the orgasm out of me.
Slowly he turns me until my back is to his chest. I feel him move around, then one of his hands is in my hair as he washes it. We’re both quiet. I moan again as he massages the shampoo into my hair. He washes it out and follows it with conditioner. I feel taken care of and I almost want to cry.
All too soon the water is turned off. He wraps a towel around me and I finally open my eyes again. His face is unreadable and I begin to feel uneasiness creep up my spine. He lifts me into his arms and carries me to the giant bed, where he pulls back the covers and lays me down before covering me back up.