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)
“I’m going to come,” I say, breathlessly. My body is tightening in that familiar way that it does with Fisher. Like I’m being wound over and over and I’m about to snap.
“No!” he bellows. His thrusts grow sharper, needier, less controlled. He must be so close, but he’s not willing to let go. Why?
“Fisher!” I call out. “Please. Please. Please let me come.”
“Come,” he bellows. “Come now!”
The coil snaps and I dissolve under him. He thrusts up and I feel his orgasm blend into mine.
He collapses over me, and I want him to stay there forever.
I wrap my arms around him and our breaths come heavy and labored. He rolls to his side, and I cling to him so we’re still connected, not wanting to let him go. I can’t.
He starts to move, but I try to hold him in place. I don’t want to lose this moment. I don’t want him to pull out of me. It feels like I’ll lose a part of him.
“Don’t move,” I say. But that’s not what I’m saying. Not really. I’m saying don’t leave. Don’t go back to New York. I’m asking him to stay. Stay with me.
“I have to. I need to deal with the condom.”
He pulls away and I’m empty.
I roll to my back as he takes off the condom. I know he’s right. I don’t want to get pregnant. We need to be sensible. But at the same time, I never want him to leave.
He pads back from the bathroom and crawls into bed, pulling me into his arms.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod.
“You don’t seem okay.”
“I’m always okay when you’re here,” I say. All I can think about is the contrast between when he’s here and when he’s not. It’s all I can think about.
“How was Star Falls when I was gone?” he says.
“The same,” I reply. “I told you, nothing ever changes in Star Falls.”
“Have you spoken to Grace?”
I don’t want to talk about Grace right now. I don’t want to think about anything. If I start thinking, all that will fill my head are thoughts of what life will be like once Fisher is gone. I slide my hands down and circle my fingers around the base of his cock. I sweep my hands up his velvety smoothness, and he groans.
I try not to smile.
“Juniper,” he says, through gritted teeth. “What are you doing?”
“I’m making you hard,” I say. “I want you to fuck me again.”
He groans and lengthens in my hands. “You can’t get enough, can you?”
I shake my head. I want more of him. I want to take everything I can get.
He takes my breast in his hand and massages it, pulling at my nipple. I squeeze my legs together, trying to stop the wetness that starts as soon as he touches me.
He’s hard and heavy in my hands, and I lean over him for a condom. I tear open the packet and hand it to him.
While he’s rolling on the condom, I arrange myself so I’m facing the headboard, my hands clinging to the top while I kneel on the mattress.
“You want to get fucked from behind?” he asks, his voice dark.
“I want you to fuck me from behind,” I correct him.
He comes behind me and I can’t see what he’s doing, so I drop my hands and turn.
“Put your hands back on the headboard and don’t move unless I tell you to.” His tone is a warning.
I moan. What is it about Fisher telling me what to do that makes me like it so much? I half want to find out the consequences of disobeying. But more than that, I want to please him, so I resume my position.
He presses his palm against my back, urging me lower, and I do my best to comply. “I can see everything from here,” he says. “Your pussy’s so wet, Juniper. It’s like it’s begging for my cock.”
I whimper, desperate to feel him.
“Is that what it’s doing, Juney? Begging for my cock?”
“Please, Fisher. I need you. Please.”
He groans, victorious. He’s gotten what he wants—my compliance, my need, my desperation.
The tip of him enters me, and I squirm and push back, trying to get him deeper, but he pulls away.
“You don’t decide. Haven’t you learned that yet? I know your body. I know what you need. I will decide.”
“Please, Fisher! I’ll do anything.” I’m so desperate for him it actually hurts. It feels like if I don’t get him inside me soon, a piece of me will break.
But I don’t have to wait too much longer. In one deep thrust, he’s inside me.
I’m breathless, unable to think straight because all I can do is feel.
“That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
I nod my head, and he pulls out and slams into me again. I whimper at how good it feels. How right. How I’ve never felt need for a man like I do for Fisher.