Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
“You’re welcome, baby girl.” I’m nearly at my breaking point, needing to lock my eyes on hers. I turn around, holding her steady as I do and being careful with her abdomen.
“Hi,” she says with a coyness in her tone and blinking away what I can tell is wetness gathering around the corners of her eyes.
“Hey, you.” I slide my hands upward to cup her cheeks then lean down until my mouth is hovering above hers. I lick my lower lip, watching as she zeroes in on the action. “One kiss, that’s all I’ll take, for now.” I claim her as mine, lips pressing against hers, her tongue sliding out with a hesitant touch, and when it does, I gain entrance easily. Shae’s breathing pushes into my chest. Feeling the pebbling of her nipples against my own has my cock lengthening, and there isn’t a damn thing I’m willing to do about it.
I deepen the kiss slowly, seeing how much she is willing to take of me. My thumbs sliding along her soft-as-silk skin barely keeps my hunger restrained. Fuck me, I lose all control anytime I’m near her, but when our bodies are connected at every point possible, it seems to ignite. Shae melts against me with the weight of our kiss, fingers curling into my shirt at my waist, drawing tight. She’s in the moment as much as I am, and while I had the intention of letting go, I do, but barely. The last thing I need is for her to keep rocking against my dick until I come in my pants like a damn teenager.
“Shower. I’ll leave the clothes on the bed and wait in the living room for you.” I thought about doing similar in the guest bathroom. Then rethought it and decided it would be better to wait in the living room for her to be done in case she calls my name or has a slip and fall. I wouldn’t do her a damn lick of good if I were in another shower, the water drowning out her voice, and there’s no way I could live with myself if that happened.
“Okay, I won’t be long.”
“Take all the time you need, baby girl. There’s no need to rush. In fact, I’d rather you didn’t. Better safe than sorry. There’s a bench in there. Don’t be afraid to use it or to call for me, alright?” She nods. I do the same and head back into the bedroom. The closing of the door signals me to move to the closet. This walk-in houses all my clothes, with built-ins on the walls and an island in the middle to hold everything else. I go through the drawers, trying to find the softest fabric I own. I land on an old college shirt, the faded gray tee with my college alma mater; the letters were once black but now look similar to the color of the shirt.
I do the same thing with finding a pair of shorts, making sure there’s a draw string around the waist so she can cinch it tight and roll them up. I grab a pair of socks; they’ll more than likely scrunch at the ankles, but the apartment stays cold, and the natural stone flooring traps it in even more. I bundle the items in my arms, walk out of the closet, place the items on the edge of the bed, closest to the bathroom door, and get the fuck of out before I do something like join Shae in the shower.
I’ve already imagined her naked, dripping wet, the water sliding down her every curve over the past several days. Listening to her shower now, fuck, it’s taking all I have to walk away. I move through the apartment, my cock rubbing against the fabric of my shorts. No matter what I do, the dumb flesh doesn’t take the hint that he’s not sinking inside of Shae’s body.
The only thing I can do now is keep myself busy. I walk to the kitchen, open the fridge, and check to see what I can make for dinner later this evening. While food at Asher and Lennie’s was plenty and a whole hell lot of it, it was also a couple of hours ago. I know from past experience that once the sun goes down, a hunger like no other decides to take hold. Usually, I’ll throw a frozen pizza in the oven or put together a sandwich.
Too bad I only have water, orange juice, beer, and condiments. I need to hit the grocery store. This is worse than my college days, when I’d live off Chinese take-out, my parents’ leftovers they’d send home with me, and whatever I could grab from the school cafeteria. That leaves me with one option: place an order to have groceries delivered or order something to have later when both of us get hungry.