Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Grasping my ankles, he drags me down the bed. I swear I might come out of my skin when he drops to his knees in front of me. Letting my ankles go, he grabs the tie to my robe and slips it free from its knot, then spreads it open before sliding his hand up my stomach to cup my breast. My nipples are so sensitive that my body jolts, and my hips come up off the mattress.
“You okay?” he whispers.
“Yes.” I grab onto the bedding at my sides as he slides his hands from my breast down my stomach to the edge of my underwear, tugging them over my hips and slipping them off of me.
“You know...” His eyes meet mine as he lifts my feet to his shoulders. “I’ve spent a whole lot of sleepless nights thinking about what you might taste like.” His fingers slip through my slick folds in a barely-there touch, and my body shakes with anticipation. “Have you thought about what it might be like to have my mouth between your legs?”
“Yes.”
The truth is, I’ve gotten myself off more than once imagining a moment just like this: his wide shoulders holding my thighs apart, the feel of his hands, how his words would send me over the edge just like they did the night we were together. I’ve even replayed that night over and over again in my mind—only, when I do, he never leaves.
His fingers part my slick folds, and his gaze finds mine for a moment before the heat of his mouth covers my pussy, and then his tongue flicks over my clit. I squeeze my eyes closed and press my head back into the pillow while lifting my hips to get closer, only to try and pull back when he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks, sending a shockwave through my system.
“Oh my God!” I cry out, coming apart in an instant, my body shaking along with my thighs. I wasn’t expecting to orgasm so quickly—then again, I’ve been living on a knife’s edge for weeks, anticipating this moment even when I didn’t think it would ever happen. Instead of letting me come down slowly from the high, he slides two fingers inside me and flicks his tongue over my clit, hurling me right into another orgasm that causes my breath to catch and lights to dance behind my closed eyelids.
Breathing heavily, I feel his lips on my inner thigh right before he takes my feet off his shoulders and stands, wrapping my legs around his hips. Leaning over me, his mouth takes mine as he slides the head of his cock through my wetness, then slowly starts to slip inside me. I forgot how thick he is, forgot the twitch of pain there was the last time he was inside me, but just like before, I relish it. When he bottoms out, he pulls his head back and looks me in the eye.
I want to cry again, because I know what I’m seeing in his gaze, even if he doesn’t know what he’s feeling. He’s just as lost in me as I am in him.
“Are you okay?” he asks, dropping his forehead to mine, and I nod as I attempt to swallow down the tears I feel burning the back of my throat. “I’m gonna move.”
“Okay.” I lift my legs higher around his waist and wrap my hands around his biceps, feeling his muscles bunch under my palms as he starts to fuck me slowly. It’s not wild or messy like the first time we were together; it’s slow and gentle, his mouth taking mine before peppering kisses down my throat to my breast.
The buildup to my orgasm—and his—is gradual as he makes love to me, and when we both finish, we are nothing but two bodies that have become one. Sated and completely exhausted, I curl against his side with my head on his chest and know I was right earlier: this is home.
He is my home.
CHAPTER 17
Francisca
“I need you to bring me a cheeseburger and fries next time you come,” Dad says quietly, and I take my eyes off the TV, which was just playing an ad for a fast-food chain and look over at him in disbelief.
“What?”
“It can be a kids’ meal. I’m honestly not going to be picky at this point.”
My eyes narrow. “You’re recovering from open-heart surgery after almost dying, and you want me to sneak you in fast food, which is part of the reason you had a heart attack and almost died?”
“One cheeseburger isn’t going to be my downfall.” He glances toward the door. He’s probably afraid Mom heard him say the word “cheeseburger” from wherever she is in the house and is going to come rushing in at any moment.
She might.