Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 96512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
She nods again, and I hold her gaze as I slowly slide into her.
She’s so. Fucking. Tight. When I’m as deep as I can get, I exhale, trying to gather myself. I don’t know how long I’ve got.
“You feel so perfect, Juniper.”
She threads her hands into the back of my hair, and it feels so intimate; it provokes such a feeling of familiarity, of closeness, that for a moment it feels like I’ve known her an entire lifetime, and I will know her for another.
“You too,” she whispers.
I start to move. Slowly pulling out of her. Her mouth falls open in a silent cry. I try and create a rhythm, but it’s stuttering. She’s so beautiful it almost hurts. So delicate and warm and familiar and entirely new. She feels so soft and tight at the same time. It’s hard to focus.
She shifts underneath me and moans, and I still, my jaw tight. It’s too much. It hits me right in the center of myself. I’m on the edge, and there’s no room to move before I fall. I’m so acutely aware of her pleasure, and it’s so necessary to my own. It’s never felt like this before. I’m so completely in tune with her. It’s like I can see what’s inside her head.
I pull out to give myself a little room to breathe. I need to gather myself.
“I’m close again,” she says.
“Me too,” I say on an exhale. “What are you doing to me?”
A small smile lifts the corners of her mouth. “Fisher,” she says, like she doesn’t quite believe what I’m saying.
“I mean it.” I shake my head, incredulous. “You’re… wonderful.”
I push inside her again, and this time, I know I can’t stop until we’re both there. I won’t be able to. I won’t have the self-control.
Something animalistic inside me takes over, and I slam into her over and over. I feel her body tense.
Through gritted teeth, I hiss, “Ask me.”
My breaths come short and ragged and our eyes meet. A line appears between her eyebrows, like she’s really trying to focus, like she’s doing everything she can not to climax.
“Ask me,” I growl, louder this time.
“Please,” she says.
“Please what?” I reply, slamming into her again, making her scream.
“Please, can I come? Please, can I come?” Her expression is desperate.
Her pleas are what tip me over the edge. I slam into her, up, deep, fast.
“Come,” I command.
She dissolves under me, tightening around me, milking me.
I explode into her, and I can’t catch my breath. It’s like she’s stolen a vital part of me.
Seconds, minutes, hours later, I can no longer hear the waterfall because of the pounding in my ears and the gasps of her breath. All sense of time and space is lost, and all I can do is feel. Her. Me. Together.
I collapse beside her, get rid of the condom, and pull her into my arms. Eventually, sounds of falling water finally trickle back, and the scent of honey follows.
It’s as if all my senses shut down because all I could do was feel. Her.
Be.
With her.
Like she was the center of the universe and all that mattered.
She trails her fingers over my torso, and it starts to bring my cock to life. I capture her wrist.
“Be careful,” I warn her. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
She laughs beside me. “Oh, I don’t have a problem finishing. Not with you.”
I growl and flip us around so I’m over her again. I begin to kiss her. All over her skin. I want to know her. Know everything there is to know. Every freckle, every dip and curve.
“What happened here?” I ask, when I reach a small silver scar just above her elbow.
“I fell off a climbing frame when I was seven years old. Landed badly. Compound fracture.”
I wince before pressing a kiss over it. I have an urge to take care of her, to protect her, and I can’t remember having it before.
She plays with my hair as I press kisses everywhere and all over her. When I get to her breasts, I pull a nipple into my mouth. I suck and pull at it, and she squirms beneath me. I snake my hand down and reach between her thighs. She’s wet, and I claim a silent victory. I push a finger through her folds, and she gasps.
“So ready, so quickly.” I pinch her nipple between my finger and thumb.
She nods, like she wants more.
I push my finger deeper, my thumb working her clit. But I know that’s not what she wants. “That feel good?”
She groans again. “I want you, Fisher,” she cries.
“You have me,” I say. I flick her nipple with my tongue.
She frowns, like I’m not cooperating, and it’s so adorable that I let out a laugh.
“Tell me what you want.”
She pauses for a second before she says, “I want you inside me.”