Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 102185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
This time, free from any barriers, she straddles me again. Bending to kiss me, she whispers against the corner of my mouth, “I don’t want you to wear a condom. I want to feel all of you.” I turn, cupping her face to ask, but she adds, “I’m on birth control.”
The trust she’s giving me, the way she’s opened not only her heart but her body for me, leaves me at a loss for words. “Okay.” I find one through the mess of thoughts running through my mind. “I cannot wait to feel all of you, babe.”
I run my hands over her shoulders and down her arms, warming the goose bumps populating her skin. She lifts, positioning my dick at her entrance, taking charge and sinking down. Easing over me causes her mouth to part, her eyes to bat closed, and for her head to fall forward. She takes me inch by aching inch until she’s seated on my lap. When her hands drop to my chest, she steals a few quick breaths, then raises her head to look at me again. “It’s so much.”
The words could be referring to anything, but I know what she means. I run my fingers over her cheek, admiring how she’s even more stunning when we’re bonded like this. “I feel it.” My voice is huskier, her warmth consuming. “It’s overwhelming and makes me crave this connection even more with you. Like I never want it to end.”
“Me too.” She laughs lightly, then adds, “But I really need you to start moving.”
Quirking a smile, I chuckle. “I can do that.” I get a good grasp of the plush of her hips, holding her on top of me as I start to thrust upward. Her head hovers above mine, and her tits are bouncing. It’s better than any view I ever had, and I’ve traveled the world searching. That she’s here, with me, and that we found each other again makes this even better.
When her eyes close, I say, “Look at me.”
She does. Her eyes open on my command as I fuck her as hard as I can. Sitting up, she starts maneuvering on top of me, taking my thrusts and anteing up with a few of her own.
When she moans and then calls my name, she trails her fingers down her throat. “You feel so amazing. So good. I’m getting close.”
“You come for me, and I’ll be there with you.” I roll to the side without losing the connection and pick up where I left off. But now I get to see her face when I push her hair back to appreciate the emotion filling her eyes as she stares into mine. As I drive deep inside her, her body slides higher on the bed. She grabs me, working against the tide, for another hit of passion.
The wave starts to crash over me, her heat engulfing me. I hear her chant my name like a prayer on her lips, her body dragging me to the edge with her. I’m ready to fall but detour to her breasts, grabbing one and kneading before bending to kiss the other’s hard pink tip.
Each punctuation of my hips sends me deeper—the passion, the pleasure, the headiness of being inside is too much. Too much . . .
A crush of tremors electrifies her body, sending her back arching and her chest against mine. When her mouth falls open, I take possession and kiss her thoroughly as my savior. I reach down between those glorious legs and find the bud that I know will have her tasting heaven. She bucks upon my touch and groans in indulgence when I swirl my finger over it. And when I flick, pinch just right, and then soothe it, her orgasm rips through her body. Her body grips me so tightly that she pulls me into the abyss with her.
Thrusts become jolts. I pull out and plunge into her deeper, and then again until I feel my release striking. I fuck wildly, losing control as I drive myself into the fireworks. And then I feel peace as I float in the aftermath of gratification.
“Griffin,” she calls me from the darkest recesses, dragging me toward the light. “Griffin,” she says on the verge of breathlessness. Too tired to open my eyes, I remain in the bliss of our union. “Griffin, you’re killing me.”
I’m shoved to the side and roll to my back. Turning my head to the side, I force myself to lift my lids. Cricket’s green eyes are so pretty that I’m glad I opened my eyes. Her torso lifts from laughter, and she says, “I was starting to worry you had died and gone to heaven.”
I hold her hand between us. “I did.”
Sweet sympathy coats her face. “Aw. It was pretty spectacular for me, too.”