Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 164910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 825(@200wpm)___ 660(@250wpm)___ 550(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 825(@200wpm)___ 660(@250wpm)___ 550(@300wpm)
In a moment, he’s wrapping his arm around my waist and rolling me over onto my back. Straddling me, he covers my chest with his mouth and tongue, and I start to hear a headboard hitting a wall somewhere in the house.
Unfastening my belt, he opens my pants, and I lift my ass up so he can pull them down a little.
My dick springs out.
“You’re always so hard, so fast,” he breathes out, tonguing my tip as he looks up at me. “You know how beautiful your body is?”
As long as he thinks so…
He swallows me, covering my length, the heat of his wet mouth making me shudder. “Ah…”
“I want a mirror above our headboard.” He strokes me as he kisses everywhere around my dick. “I love to watch your body work.”
I thread my fingers through his hair, pleasure spreading up my stomach, down my legs, and I lift my head, watching his lips and the tip of his tongue drift up my shaft, tasting me. Holding my eyes, he licks the cum off the head.
Please.
He must see the begging in my eyes. He crawls up my body and kisses me. “Lube?”
I paw for the bedside drawer, and he reaches over, digging it out.
I want his fucking mouth on mine. Rising up, I slide my hand up his chest, feeling every ridge, every curve as he rubs oil on my dick.
Wait. What is he…?
“Are you good?” he asks.
I stare up at him. “What do you mean?”
He smooths his hand down my arm, still stroking me behind him and not answering.
Am I…good?
Then I realize, and my heart catches in my throat. “Yeah, I’m clean,” I tell him. “I promise.”
It’s the only thing I’ve been consistently careful about.
“I want to feel you bare,” he says.
Fuck yes.
I come in for his mouth, but he shoves my neck back down to the bed, heat in his eyes, and I smile.
Unfastening his pants, he pushes them down below his ass and reaches back, fitting my head inside of him.
I fucking tremble.
He closes his eyes, sinking down on me slowly until he’s seated in my lap, and I grip his hips.
I groan. “God, you’re so fucking tight.”
Leaning down, he starts to roll his hips in and out, pumping on me, and I grip his ass in one hand as he rides me. We pick up the pace, and my bed starts to rock against the wall, the whole damn house about to know what we’re doing, as if they didn’t already.
I don’t give a shit. I’ve got a Saint of my own now, and it’s going to be a regular fucking thing until we figure out what’s next.
His mouth finds mine as I guide his ass up and down my dick. “On your fucking knees,” I whisper.
Sitting up, I push him to the bed next to me and climb back on behind him, sliding in. With his hip in one hand, I grasp his shoulder with the other, keeping him in place as I thrust, burying myself inside of him.
Looking down, I watch myself enter him, every inch of my skin on fire and dying to come. I growl, feeling him back up into me, begging for more.
And that does it. “Oh, God.”
He plants his hand on the wall, his moans getting faster and louder.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans. “Fuck.”
“Come on, baby.”
Sweat covers my chest, a trickle gliding down my stomach until…
I thrust—and then again and one more—my orgasm exploding, and I come inside of him.
My body shakes, I can’t breathe fast enough, and I squeeze his flesh again in both hands over and over again. He trembles, his own coursing through him.
I collapse to the bed on top of him, our pants down around our thighs.
We calm, I run my hand up his spine, and I know…
I don’t think we’re ever sleeping separately again.
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I’m glad I have a big bed. We’re not small people, so it helps, even if he is on me all night.
I don’t mind, though. It’s a new feeling—to be exactly where I want to be. He’s back in my bed, Anna-Katherine is safely asleep down the hall, my family is here, and the treasure is home. The universe will fuck something up before the day is done, but for this moment, I can’t stop the elation swelling in my chest so big that I can’t expand my lungs to breathe.
My stomach aches with hunger, and I can feel the grime from the storm lingering on my body. I need food and a shower, but I’m afraid to move. I don’t want to wake him. His breath is steady and warm on my neck, his arm draped over my chest, and I don’t know what time it is, but it must be around six thirty. The gray sky out my window casts a twilight on the trees.