Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
I sit back up and meet her again in another kiss, our mouths clashing. It’s a mess of lips, teeth, and tongues, but within the mess is perfect harmony.
Disjointed, but perfect. Like the tune in the music box.
I grab her tits through the T-shirt, squeeze them both. She moans into my mouth. I pull at the bottom of the shirt and she takes the hint, bringing it over herself and exposing her beautiful milky body.
Fuck. She wasn’t wearing any underwear under the shirt. She’s completely naked.
Completely. She’s not even wearing makeup. She wiped it off in my bathroom.
And she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
The tip of my tongue itches with the instinct to utter those three little words.
But I swallow them down. Don’t want to ruin the moment. That’s not what this is about.
I take her left breast into my mouth, swish my tongue around her nipple. She cries out as I bite down gently. I give her right breast the same treatment, and then I reach down and dip a finger into her pussy.
She lets out another moan and straddles me, kissing me again as I continue to finger her. I drill into her, again, again, again…
She shatters.
And we kiss again.
Again, again, again…
This is the most we’ve kissed in a lovemaking session. It’s the home base we return to after every new action is initiated.
That’s what I want to be for Bianca.
Home.
7
BIANCA
He’s so beautiful.
Never has there been a more beautiful man than Harrison O’Rourke.
And he thinks I’m just as beautiful.
We complete each other.
This time is different. We’re not pawing at each other like wild animals. There’s a caress to every move, a gentleness lining the firmness.
His finger in me felt like heaven. I can’t wait to get his cock.
But before that, I want to treat him like the man he is.
I move down his body, slowly pull down his boxer briefs, unsheathe his cock.
I’ve seen it several times at this point, but I’m still stunned at its length and girth.
Magnificent doesn’t do it justice.
His cock is superhuman.
I run my tongue up his shaft, making him shake. Finally, once I’ve teased him enough, I bring the tip into my mouth and lick his soft head.
“Fuck, Bianca…”
So easy to please this man. So easy to want to please this man.
I cup his balls as I move my mouth up and down his length. He’s long, so I can’t get all of him down my throat. But I can sure as hell try.
I’m moving fast. Up and down, up and down.
His balls start to scrunch up in my hand. He’s getting close.
But he’s not coming in my mouth.
I’d gladly swallow every drop, but I want him inside me.
I release his cock, and he quickly gets to his feet.
“Lie back on the bed,” he commands.
I’m happy to obey.
He stands over me, raking his gaze over my body. “Damn it, Bianca.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong at all. You’re just so…fucking…beautiful.”
I smile. “Thank you.”
He gives his cock a few pumps and then enters me, filling me to the brim. He moves slowly at first, leaning down to kiss me again as he drives himself into me.
His kisses grow deeper. More tongue, more collisions between our teeth.
He’s plowing me, going faster and faster. His eyes roll back in his head as he reaches the brink. A millisecond before he does, I reach the peak myself.
I feel his warm come spill into me, his pulses syncing with mine in an earthshaking orgasm. He stays inside me for a few endless minutes.
Then we sleep.
I wake to birdsong. Harrison must have cracked a window during the night.
I never missed the suburbs during my time in New York and then downtown Chicago, but now that I’m waking to such serenity, I wonder if I should consider a move to this part of town. Being in the middle of everything is convenient, but it’s also loud and unyielding.
Harrison’s home in Oak Park is a haven away from all that.
I crack a small smile. This is the first time Harrison and I have ever slept together.
In the literal sense, that is. We’ve had sex several times, but this was the first night I spent in his arms.
And there’s no place I’d rather be.
I sit up, rub my eyes. Harrison is still asleep next to me, snoring softly.
He’s instinctively placed himself on the side of the bed closest to the door. I read somewhere that when a man does that, he’s subconsciously being protective of his mate. Any intruder would have to go through him first to get to me.
It’s a small gesture, but despite everything that’s gone on the last few days, despite the ticking time bomb that could go off at any minute, I’ve never felt more safe and secure.
Harrison wakes up an hour or so later. I’ve gotten up and prepared a light breakfast of scrambled eggs and sausage patties. He walks into the room in a robe and looks absolutely luscious with his exposed chest hair and bedhead.