Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
I am on fire. Pretty sure he is too. I’ve never had sex like this. This wild, this risqué, this…fun.
And I’m hungry for more of it. Tonight, tomorrow, and the next day too.
Right now, though, I want to show him how deeply I crave him.
As I take him down my throat, swirling my tongue along his length, desire throbs tightly in my core.
He’s at my mercy now and I take my turn at making him lose control, giving him a deep, enthusiastic blow job with loud, long slurps that seem to excite him more. Every noise I make earns me a groan, then a grunt.
I’m scorched, my skin sizzling everywhere.
I’m rocking my hips, fucking air. I slide a hand between my thighs, stroking myself as I go. The deeper I take him, the more he shakes and shudders. His thrusts grow wilder, faster. His moans louder. “Fuck, Ellie, baby,” he says, his voice strangled. “Play with my balls.” He sounds like he’s begging.
I fondle them, rolling them.
He shoves his cock deeper.
I gag, but I don’t want him to stop, and he knows it. I told him in advance to keep going, and I keep sucking voraciously.
Then, I wet my fingers one more time with my own juices. Right when he’s muttering my name and groaning so loudly I’m sure my neighbors will hear, I slide a damp finger below his balls, pressing it against his ass, then up.
He sings like a chorus of heavenly orgasm angels are flying inside him. “Oh god, oh fuck. Yes, yes, yes.”
With a wickedly satisfied grin, I drink him down. He’s salty and musky, and I love it.
When I drop him from my mouth, he’s panting savagely for a while. Then, he recovers, pats his thighs. “Get up here on my lap and straddle me.”
In a flurry, I climb onto his thighs, my legs spread. I’m so close already, and I’m dying for release.
The second he touches me, I’m riding the pleasure of his fingers till I’m shooting to the sky.
Then we’re kissing like mad, hungry beasts.
I feel that way with him and it’s…freeing.
It’s thrilling.
It’s everything I didn’t know I needed in bed.
Then, this connection becomes even more when we slow down, coasting into a slow, tender, sensual kiss. Somehow, the dirty games make the gentle moments more poignant, more powerful. His mouth never leaves mine. He cups my cheeks and bestows beautiful, slow-burn kisses all over my lips.
It feels like he’s claiming me.
Like every way he touches me—hard and rough, soft and gentle—is a mark. He’s marking me as his.
That’s a crazy thought. I can’t be his after two nights of uninhibited sex.
I just can’t.
But I can enjoy it for tonight.
When he breaks the kiss, he strokes a hand down my bare arm. “That’ll teach you to look at my porn.”
I smile, feeling woozy and wonderful. “It’ll teach me to do it again and again.”
Gabe wraps his hands through my messy pigtails and kisses me softly one more time. “Good. I want it again and again. Want you again.”
And I want to make the most of the few nights we have. “Then you should have me all night long,” I say, snuggling up against him. I sigh contentedly. “I need to get my fill of you this week.”
He smiles against my hair, kisses me. “I’ll fill you up the next few nights, sweetheart.”
I laugh, then he holds me tighter. It feels good to cozy up with him like this. I’ll miss it when it’s gone.
But I don’t tell him that. Because, really, I won’t have time to miss him.
Besides, I’m enjoying this week with him like I would a rich, decadent dessert I can have only rarely—I’m devouring every bite.
Next week is back to salad and quinoa, and hey, I need that kind of fuel for work.
It’s a good thing we laid out the rules in advance. That way I won’t even be tempted to take another bite. A brand-new romance wouldn’t survive our demanding lives anyway.
Yes, I like dating with boundaries very much.
THURSDAY
A Day for Telephone Tag
15
THE MORNING AFTER
Gabe
In the morning, I walk up to a coffee stand on Abbot Kinney Boulevard, get in line, and order a black coffee for me and a caramel iced latte for Ellie.
“Can I get you anything else?” the helpful barista asks with a tilt of her freckled face.
I look down at Gigi, who’s sitting perfectly by my feet. “A water for you, girl?”
Gigi pants. I take that as a yes. “One little paper cup of water for the pup, please?”
The barista flashes a warm smile. “Coming right up.”
“I’m sooooo thirsty. Can I have one too?”
I groan, recognizing my friend Axel’s voice despite the baby talk.
Busted.
With a you caught me sigh, I turn around and meet my buddy’s dark, laughing gaze. “What are you doing here?”
Axel waggles his phone. “Catching that on video,” he says, with a shit-eating grin. “This is the best.”