Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 153946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
“Wade,” I finally managed to whimper. “You promised.”
He lifted his mouth, lips shining and eyes bright with hunger. “We’re not leaving this bed until I come inside you, August. That doesn’t mean I can’t make you come as many times as I want to before then.”
“There you go being perfect again,” I mumbled under my breath as he went back to work.
He didn’t apologize or stop what he was doing. Instead, he got more creative, adding a finger while moaning against my clit, making it vibrate to the key of holy shit this orgasm might actually kill me.
What a way to go.
I was shouting incoherently, my back bending hard enough to crack, my hands tearing at his thick hair because that was the only part of him I could reach. But he refused to be rushed, his tongue and finger so deep I could feel my muscles clenching painfully around them as I came.
And came.
And came some more.
“Fuck,” he groaned, sliding his wet lips over my thighs, his fingers still pumping through my spasms. “Fuck, August, that’s beautiful. Take what you need, baby. I’m drowning in your taste, but I want more. I could do this all night.”
“No, you can’t,” I panted, regaining consciousness enough to tug on his hair and thump his back with my heel for emphasis. “Up. Now.”
“Is it your turn to play boss now?”
If I could have formed a complete sentence, I’d have tossed out a suitably sultry comeback. Right now, however, I needed him on me. Needed him to hold me down on the bed so I didn’t shatter and float away.
His lips followed a damp, sensual trail from the curve of my stomach to my ribs as he slowly complied. When the firm weight of his chest against my breasts finally anchored me, I exhaled in relief and opened my eyes.
“Hey you.”
“Hey back.”
His smile was genuine but unnaturally tight, his cheeks flushed dark with arousal.
I might have been floating in a satisfied haze, but I knew that he was trying to reel himself in again. Giving me time to recover. Holding back in case I’d changed my mind now that he’d given me my daily O.
Screw that.
“Wade?”
“Yes, August?”
“That was amazing.”
“Yeah, it was.” He licked his lips, as if tasting the memory. “I knew you’d—”
“I’m ready for you to fuck me now.”
My words ricocheted around the room like a bolt of erotic lightning, and after a moment of stunned surprise, his expression transformed, making him look dangerous. “You sure about that, Gus? I was planning to give you a few more orgasms before we got there. You didn’t think we could fit a minute ago.”
“I’m absolutely sure about what I want at this moment. The question is, are you?” I was aiming for an expression that said Confident Woman Throwing Down the Sexual Gauntlet, but I wasn’t sure any of my muscles were under my control at the moment. Even the ones in my face.
Cute, he mouthed silently before kissing me again. I tasted myself on his lips, and a fresh stirring of desire shot through me when he rose up enough for his hard shaft to brush against my thigh.
That. I wanted that.
I ran my hands over his strong back, loving the way it flexed to my touch, and then I heard a wrapper tear. Condom. This was really happening. Finally.
“I wanted to make this last,” he said raggedly. “I need hours between those thighs, longer on your breasts, but I don’t think I can wait anymore.”
“They’ll be hanging around later,” I promised impatiently. “Sex now.”
“I was never going to be able to resist you, was I?”
If I were thinking straight, I might have reminded him that he’d done a great job of resisting me for most of our adult lives, but all of my energy and attention focused on the body he was positioning above me instead.
The head of his erection rubbed against my swollen, sensitive sex. Prodding gently, like a battering ram politely knocking at my front door.
“You’re so wet, August. Look at me.”
I blinked up into the handsome face I knew better than my own. My first crush. My fictional hero. The one I never thought I’d be with in real life.
His expression was raw and honest, his need laid bare—along with something vulnerable I thought I recognized but wasn’t ready to name.
We groaned together with his first tentative thrust. My toes curled and I tried to breathe through it, but the fit was so snug and he was everywhere. I could feel him everywhere…and it ached a little more than I’d expected.
He started to pull back and I slapped my hands down on the curve of his ass, fingernails digging in to keep him right where he was until I could get my sex legs under me. “Wait.”
He inhaled sharply, seemingly unable to stop himself from grinding and causing my internal muscles to flutter and squeeze around him. “Now you want me to wait?”