Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“If it’s a thing, then I’ll die a happy man,” I tell her, grinning like a total freaking loon for the first time ever, completely falling out of my body, out of my head, and out of any moment but this one, and losing myself in her.
Chapter sixteen
Amalphia
I’ll never get enough of this man. Not after one orgasm, not after two or three or four. Not today, not tomorrow, not in all the weeks to come.
It’s a hard thing to give yourself up to someone after you’ve had some bad experiences. I’m talking about me. I’ve been so worried about Warrick that I haven’t given much thought to my own past hurts. I know they weren’t right, and that’s why they didn’t work out. The fit wasn’t even close to perfect. Not like how it already is with Warrick.
If something happens, and this doesn’t work out, I know we’ll both survive because I believe we’ve both been burned to the point where we know what it is like to hurt, and we’ll do whatever we can to minimize that. Life will go on, but I just can’t imagine the world turning properly.
I guess that’s what it means to truly trust someone. You put yourself in their hands and have faith that they’ll be there to guide you through.
I’m putting that faith in Warrick right now.
He doesn’t know it, but my body is such a limp noodle that it’s hard to hold myself up. I need his hands on me to steady me. Without them, we might have a dick accident. I might slip and impale myself and cause real damage.
His big hands are calm and steady. He’s sure and strong, so much stronger than I am. Half of it is confidence, and the other half is straight-up crazy desire. This hasn’t been weeks coming. It’s been a lifetime.
I already have him at my entrance, but before I take him, I torture myself by rolling my hips forward and shifting his cockhead straight to my oversensitive clit. It’s like smashing an already obliterated button, but along with the sensitive shivers, a fresh heat shoots through me.
I guide his hands up to my breasts, thrilled when he circles my nipple and then pinches it. I cup my other breast, leaning forward so he can clamp his mouth around my nipple and suck.
I’ve always thought nipples were pretty grade-B-level enjoyment, but Warrick has a magic mouth. Everything he touches turns to pleasure—white-hot electric bolts of pleasure that singe me from the inside out. His teeth graze the underside of my boob as he licks a path from one to the other, and I feel it in my clit.
I arch back, trying to get him inside me without using my hands, but he’s so stiff that all I get is a long rub against his length. It’s rigid as a pole and even harder than before if that’s even possible.
That glide feels a lot like holy fuck, again, more, more, more, so I repeat it. Again and again, until Warrick grasps my face in his palms and drags me down to feast on my mouth the way he ate my pussy a few minutes ago.
His tongue is incredible, and he nibbles my lips. It’s not anything near a regular kiss, especially not with me chasing his mouth like I need his lips to be able to come again. I throw everything I have into the kiss, still grinding along his thick length.
I do have thoughts about how much it’s going to hurt when he finally gets all of it inside me, but it doesn’t freak me out. This is the one time I think not being able to walk properly when we’re done will be an excellent thing.
I keep dry-humping him like my life depends on it, though can it be classified as that when there’s not a single layer between us? It’s more like wet humping since we’re both soaking. He’s slick, and I’m doubly so. There are actual squelching noises going on, which sounds awful, but it’s actually not. It’s delicious.
As I roll my hips along the length of his dick, I moan against his lips over and over until it occurs to me that I could come again like this. The sweet pressure is already building inside me.
“Need you inside me,” I groan, still frantically kissing the shit out of him.
“I’m on board with that.”
I run my hand down his length, which redefines both long and girthy, getting him into position. That involves getting myself into position too.
He stops kissing me and brackets my face between his palms like I need the extra support. I don’t. I’m okay. But it’s sweet and tender, and it feels good having them there. When they sweep over to my hair and caress along my scalp, I practically purr.