Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
This is bigger than anything I’ve ever felt before.
Her.
This moment.
I don’t tell her everything. Not yet. Some truths need time to breathe before they’re spoken out loud. But I let myself feel it, let these feelings take root, let them change me. Because for the first time, I’m not wishing for more. I’m not searching for what’s missing.
She’s here.
She’s mine.
And somehow, that’s enough.
No words are spoken as she reaches between us and grips my cock. She strokes me at a leisurely pace, her soft palm driving me crazy in a way that only she can. My hands fall to my sides, and I grip the sheets. She has no idea that in the last ten minutes, I’ve concluded that I’m hers. She’s mine, but I’m just as much hers, and she can do with me as she wishes. It’s not just about my dreams. It’s also about hers.
I’m changing the play.
Eden rises onto her knees, grips my cock, and guides me inside her. I groan at the feel of her silky heat wrapping around me. It feels different than before, and that’s when it hits me. I’m inside her bare. Nothing between us. I’ve never felt a woman bare, and damn, if I’m not glad it’s her. However, I still need to remind her. I don’t want us getting lost in the moment, and her having regrets after.
“Condom.” I manage to force the word past my lips. It pains me to say it, because this feeling of her soft warmth wrapped around me is one I’ve already become addicted to, and it’s been mere seconds since my initiation.
“I’m on the pill. We’ve already talked about our history.”
I nod. We have, and I knew she was on the pill. “You sure?” I ask, cursing myself for questioning her when I should just be enjoying the moment.
“I’m sure. You feel… different, better,” she says, rising and sliding back down on my cock.
“Accidents can still happen,” I remind her.
“I know. Even if you were wearing one, accidents can still happen. I never would have slept with you in the first place if I wasn’t willing to take that risk, Foster.” Her words are soft, and her eyes are filled with so much emotion that I can see everything I’m feeling, staring back at me.
She accepts all of me for who I am. My past, my present, and God willing, my future. She’s all in, and my cock throbs at the thought. I’m in love with her. This love is different than what I previously felt. It’s deep, tender, and all-consuming. It’s as if everything I am, everything I thought I knew, has shifted and morphed into something more. Something better with her at my side.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No. Never.” My fists tighten around the sheets, because fuck me, between my thoughts and the feel of her bare, I’m ready to lose my mind. I need to focus. I don’t come until she does. That’s the rule.
My words spur her into action. She takes control. Every move is purposeful, assertive, and intended to drive me insane. It’s working. Nothing else in the world exists but her. With each rise and fall of her pussy over my cock, the tension builds not just for me, but for her, too. She’s tighter with every roll of her hips, and I can’t hold on. Letting go of the sheet, I find her clit. It takes mere seconds before her pussy clutches my cock with not only the strength of her orgasm, but with pleasure—hers and mine.
I can’t hold out, and I lift, wrapping my arms around her, calling out her name while we erupt in pure bliss, wrapped up in one another. My orgasm seems to go on forever, as does hers. When we finally relax into one another, we’re both breathing heavily, covered in sweat, happy, and sated.
“Best birthday ever,” I say, kissing her neck and making her laugh. With my cock still buried inside her, and her arms wrapped around me, I say, “Legs around my waist.” She doesn’t question me, just moves to do as I ask. Then I’m in motion, scooting to the edge of the bed, and standing with her in my arms. My cock’s nestled inside her where it belongs as I carry her to the shower.
Eden knocks on the front door of Carrie’s house, and excited yells can be heard through the door. A female voice follows, telling the kids not to open the door without her. A few moments later, Carrie, I’m assuming, opens the door with a smile.
“Why are you knocking?” she asks Eden.
She shrugs. “I don’t know. I guess because it’s not just me,” Eden explains.
“If he’s with you, he’s family. Come on in.” Carrie steps back to let us enter the house, and two little girls come rushing over.