Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 160356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 802(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 535(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 802(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 535(@300wpm)
“My God, you feel so deep.” I work hard to adjust to him, being forced to take deep breaths and hold still for a few moments before I brave moving.
“I don’t want this to end,” he breathes across my skin.
“Me neither.” I start rocking into him, trying to maintain the pace of our kiss but struggling when my senses are being overloaded.
“Lean back.”
I reluctantly leave his mouth and recline, and his chest rolls as he flexes into me, his grey gaze hooded and lazy. Our hips move in perfect circles, my body naturally following his unspoken instructions. His cheeks blow out, his hands taking my hips, mine grabbing his shoulders. And he watches me.
Pumps harder.
Breathes faster.
The veins in his neck throb, his eyes darken. All of the signs of Dec coasting toward detonation only encourages my own climax to steam forward. “I’m coming,” I blurt in a panic.
“Fucking hell.” He shoots up onto his knees, bringing me with him, both his hands cupping my arse. I feel the swell and kick of him inside me a second before I feel the buildup of pressure inside me sizzle and bang.
My boobs crush against his chest, my back arching as I yell my release to the ceiling, both my arms wrapped around his neck to keep me grounded. A wave of heat ripples through me, from my toes to my head, leaving behind the most beautiful warm feeling inside. Breathless. For so many more reasons than being replete.
The pleasure rolls through me, making sure there’s not an inch of my body it doesn’t touch, my skin tingling everywhere, as Dec thrusts on, smooth and concise, our chests compressed, my arms and legs wrapped around him like ivy. My head drops, I feel so dazed, and my forehead falls onto his. Strain creases his face, his concentration showing in the beautiful crinkles around his eyes.
I cup his cheek, holding him, letting him control everything, lift me, sink me, roll me, as he chases the end and my orgasm fades away slowly. This right here, watching him, is just as pleasurable.
More pleasurable.
I press my mouth to his and gently kiss him, and he stills, his chest expanding from his deep inhale. “Fuck,” he breathes, his body deflating as he swells inside me and jerks, collapsing back on his heels and twitching with me held tightly in his arms. He hugs me. So closely.
Dec is warmth.
He steals my breath.
He throws light on my shade.
“That was beautiful,” I murmur into the dip above his collarbone as our bodies roll and heave.
His fingers comb into my hair on my scalp and clenches, pulling ever so slightly, and he manoeuvres with ease and dexterity, falling to his back and somehow taking me with him without even slipping out of me. I settle front down on his chest, feeling him softening inside me, and bury my face under his neck, inhaling his usual smell mixed with a bit of clean sweat and sex.
With his hands tracing constant circles across my back, his breathing close, my lips stuck to his throat, and his warmth still inside me, I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be right now.
Except back in time three years ago before my life crashed down around me.
December 14th
It’s the feeling of him slipping out of me that brings me round, and I blink my eyes open. The sheets are pulled over us, but I haven’t moved. Neither has Dec—his arms exactly where they were when I dosed off, one holding me to his chest, the other resting on my bum. I can hear his light breathing close to my ear, and it’s the only welcome noise that’s invaded my waking moments for three years. No screams of my past. No everyday life happening beyond my windows. Just . . . breathing.
Gently lifting my head, I peek at him, and despite the poor light, I see him so clearly. And I smile a little, turning my head carefully toward the nightstand. Toward the glow of the digital clock shining. It’s gone midnight, and I’m thirsty. But he looks so peaceful and serene, and it would be an absolute crime to disturb him.
My face bunched up, I gently ease myself off him, feeling the coolness of the bedroom meeting my skin. It’s almost enough to make me want to dive back under the covers and never emerge, but now I’ve moved, I also need to pee.
I’m holding my breath as I hold my weight with my arms, my hands pressed into the mattress as I get my feet on the carpet. It’s a miracle, but he doesn’t even stir, totally out for the count.
I find a T-shirt and shimmy it on, spotting a door across the room that I pray is a bathroom, but as I head that way, I remember something.