Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 111165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
It was…I have no words.
This isn’t even writer’s block.
Being so deep inside of her, feeling and tasting every inch, watching her gorgeous face as she came, hard, squeezing me into a new atmosphere—it’s indescribable what she was doing to me. I don’t think I’m talented enough to even try.
It was the best sex I’ve ever had.
It was more than just two bodies reaching for a climax together.
It was more than just getting off.
It was about the two of us, together, finally. All these years, all these desires, coming to a head, a connection taken to another level, one I didn’t even anticipate.
It was bloody spiritual is what it was and believe me, I am not a praying man. But I will make this woman my religion if she lets me. I will worship at her altar for another glimpse at the heaven I saw last night.
“Hi,” I say back to her, still so dumbfounded.
The sight of Marina on my bed is a hit to the gut.
The sun is streaming in through the window, bathing her skin in a diffused glow, and her face is absolutely gorgeous. Peaceful and vibrant all at the same time. She’s unreal, and just staring at her, lying beside me in the same bloody bed, makes me feel crazy. She moves something deep inside of me, something I don’t think I can ever move back.
“How did you sleep?” I ask, my voice low, as if I might make the moment disappear, as if she’s a ghost that might dissolve right in front of me.
“Like a baby,” she says, lifting her arms up with a little stretch. “This bed is amazing.”
“I thought maybe it might have been more than just the bed,” I say, smiling.
A slow grin spreads across her face and it’s another punch to my gut, knocking the wind out of me. “Your cock was pretty amazing too.”
Fucking hell. As if the sight of her bare tanned skin against the white sheets, knowing she’s naked underneath, wasn’t enough to get me hard, then she has to say the word cock and it’s immediately springing to life, thick and hard as rebar.
I exhale through my nostrils, fighting the urge to jump her.
“You have to be careful when you use that word,” I warn her. “It’s like an invocation. You’ll summon it.”
She bites on her lip, smiles coyly. “What? The word cock? Or just me, talking about your cock and how I want to be best friends with it.”
I laugh, my blood turning molten. “You are asking for it.”
“Yeah,” she says, her tone anxious, excited. “I am.”
Damn. I thought that Marina being a virgin and all—correction, ex-virgin, thanks to me and my cock she wants to befriend—that things would be a bit awkward, that she would be shy around sex or talking about sex. But that hasn’t been the case at all.
I slowly sit up, lift the covers to make room, getting a look at her naked body underneath, and climb over her, the mattress moving beneath my weight. I straddle her, my thighs on either side of hers, my erection thick and hard, bobbing above her stomach. I lean down, bracketing her shoulders between my arms, and slowly run my lips down her forehead, over her nose, until I place them flush on her mouth.
“Mmm,” she says softly. “This isn’t a bad way to wake up.”
“It’s enough to make me a morning person,” I murmur, nibbling on her bottom lip before leaving a trail of kisses from the corner of her mouth to her jaw.
She raises her arms, lacing her fingers behind my neck. “Can we get room service after?” she asks, her voice drowsy. “Or are you planning to make me your breakfast?”
“Breakfast of champions,” I tell her, pressing myself down against her skin.
She lets out a soft gasp as I suck the skin on her neck, my head swimming from her raw taste.
“God, Laz,” she moans, breathy, sweet.
“I answer to both of those,” I tell her against her neck.
She takes her hand and places it under the covers, unsure at first, hesitating, and then she’s reaching down between us and stroking the tip of my cock. I don’t even have to raise my head to know she’s got a devilish twist to her lips.
A moan falls out of my mouth as her fingers get a better grip, the weight of my body against hers adding crucial pressure. I close my eyes, succumbing to the feeling as I work my mouth down her golden neck, and start rocking my body gently against hers. The friction on her soft stomach is incredible, my precum adding just enough slickness.
Before I get carried away, I pull back and kiss and suck my way down her body. From her shoulder, across to the soft hollow of her throat, down between her breasts, my hand cupping them perfectly, one at a time. I love teasing around her nipples, love how she arches her back, pushing her breasts up, so ravenous for my lips, for my touch.