Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
The orgasm built from deep inside, gathering force like a wave. When it broke, it crashed through me with an intensity that stole my breath. My body tensed and trembled, back arching off the bed as pleasure radiated outward from where his mouth worked against me. A cry tore from my throat, unrestrained and honest. And so fucking real I almost laughed for the pure joy of the moment.
Rip stayed with me through it, gentling his movements as the waves subsided but not stopping entirely, drawing out every aftershock until I tugged at his shoulders, suddenly too sensitive for more.
He pressed one last kiss to my inner thigh before moving up my body. His expression was one of satisfaction and desire. I reached for him, pulling him down for a kiss, tasting myself on his lips and finding I loved our combined flavor.
He shifted away briefly, standing to finish undressing until he stood beside the bed naked as I was. His cock bobbed in front of him, proud and eager. The sound of foil tearing brought my focus back to his movements, and I watched as he rolled the condom onto himself with practiced efficiency. Even this practical moment felt charged, his movements deliberate and his gaze frequently returning to my face.
When he moved back between my thighs, he braced himself on one forearm beside my head, his other hand guiding himself to my entrance. He paused there, the tip of him just barely pressing against me.
“Still good?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “This is all up to you, honey. Always.”
“Yes,” I said, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer. “Please don’t stop now.”
He pushed forward slowly, giving me time to adjust to the feeling of him filling me. The stretch was intense but not painful, my body ready for him after he’d gone down on me and made me come with his mouth. When he was fully seated inside me, he stilled, his forehead resting against mine, our breath mingling in the small space between us.
“You are fucking perfect, Jade,” he murmured, his voice rough.
I answered by rolling my hips, urging him to move. He started slowly, with long, measured thrusts that had me gasping with each one. His gaze never left mine, watching every flicker of expression across my face, adjusting his angle when he found one that made my breath catch.
The intensity built between us, his movements growing more urgent as my nails dug into his shoulders. Every thrust pushed me higher, bringing me back toward that peak I’d just fallen from. He reached between us to find my clit with his thumb, circling it in time with his thrusts.
“Come for me again, Jade,” he growled against my ear. “Let me feel you squeezing my cock. Let me know how much you want my cum inside your pretty, wet, tight pussy.”
His wicked words pushed me over the edge. The second orgasm hit harder than the first, a white-hot explosion of pleasure that had me crying out his name and screaming when I really should have been mindful of the apartments around me. Had anyone heard? I’d probably be mortified later, but right this moment, everything in my world felt absolutely perfect. I dug my nails deeper into his sides as my body clenched around him, pulling him deeper, holding him there. I dug my heels into his ass and held him inside me as tightly as I could.
He groaned, his rhythm faltering as he fought to maintain control. Again, power surged through me, knowing I could affect him this way, could bring him to the edge of his restraint.
“Rip,” I gasped against his neck. “Please. Come inside me.”
My words seemed to break something loose in him. His movements grew more intense, more focused, driving toward his own release with controlled power. When his orgasm hit him, his whole body tensed above me, a low groan rumbling from deep in his chest. His arms tightened around me, holding me close as he pulsed inside me. In that moment, joined completely with Rip, I felt whole again.
At some point, Rip discarded the condom in the trash beside the bed. Then, we lay tangled together in the aftermath, my head resting on Rip’s chest, his arm draped heavily across my waist. The small lamp still cast its amber glow across the room, catching the sheen of sweat on our skin. His heartbeat gradually slowed, a steady rhythm that anchored me. Neither of us spoke.
My body felt wonderfully heavy, pleasured beyond my wildest dreams. For years, sex had been something to endure, to survive. With Rip, I hadn’t once felt the need to retreat inside myself. I’d wanted to be present in every moment, fully experiencing the most intoxicating pleasure I’d ever imagined. No fear had crept in, no memories had intruded. Just Rip and me and the connection that had built between us.