Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“What if we start without one? For like a minute? Just to see what I can handle?”
“If it’s too much, we’ll stop.” She sits back, ass resting on my thighs as she grips my erection and strokes me.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur as I take her in, naked and mine and perfect.
“So are you.” She rises, dragging the head over her clit. I drop my gaze, mesmerized as the head disappears inside her.
And then the sensation hits me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. “Fuck, Ophelia.” I curve my hands around her knees so I don’t grip her hips and sheath myself inside her.
“That’s what I’m doing,” she teases.
Every nerve ending lights up as she lowers herself an inch at a time. “You’re so fucking warm and soft and wet and tight,” I groan. And now I fucking know. The hype is real. Sex without a condom is different.
When her ass hits my thighs, I sit up and wrap my arms around her, curving my hands over the tops of her shoulders to keep her still. “Ophelia.” I nuzzle into her neck. “What are you doing to me?”
“I don’t know,” she whimpers, hands in my hair. “I didn’t know it would be this good.”
I pull back, cupping her face in my hands. “You’ve never gone bare?”
She swallows thickly then shakes her head.
“Good,” I growl. “My cock will be the only one you ever feel like this.”
She shudders. “God, I love it when you get all caveman possessive on me.”
“Tell me how it feels, Ophelia.” I tenderly grip her chin in my palm. “Use your pretty, dirty words.”
She clenches around me and I almost lose it.
“I'm so full of hot, thick cock.”
“My thick cock, you’re so full of my thick cock,” I correct.
“Oh God.” She shudders and her nails bite into my shoulders then climb back into my hair. “I’m stuffed full of your cock.”
“That’s my girl.” I kiss her chin, her lips. “I’m going to move you, but you’re going to let me set the pace. I need this to last, and I need to make you come.”
“I’ve already come.”
“Not on my bare cock.”
“Oh my God, okay. But you won’t have to work very hard if you keep talking like that.”
I grip her waist and kiss her softly, then rock her back and forth.
Her eyes flare, and her brows furrow. “Oh fuck.”
“That’s what I’m doing, baby.” I kiss her chin. “Filling you up, fucking you nice and deep like I promised.”
She swivels her hips, hands in my hair, gripping tight. “Say something filthy.”
I almost lose my rhythm.
“Please, Mac.”
“I want to watch my cum drip down the inside of your thighs while you ride my cock.”
“Oh God.” She swivels her hips. “Me, too. What else?”
“I want to feel your pussy squeeze me like a fist while you whimper my name.”
“Mac.”
“Just like that. So pretty when you’re moaning my name.”
Her hips jerk, and she clenches around me on a deep, primal groan.
I cup her chin in my hand and pull back so I can watch her—beautiful and unguarded, coming just for me.
When she returns to earth, I move her over me, faster, harder, keeping her close, as I chase my own release.
“I love you, Mac,” Fee whispers against my lips.
“I love you, too, Ophelia,” I say as bliss grabs hold and drags me under.
This is just the beginning for us.
CHAPTER 41
FEE
“Will you look over this application for me? I just want to be sure there aren’t any typos or things I missed,” I ask Lexi.
“Of course. Are you done with all three applications? I’m happy to proof them.” Ariel is sitting on the floor surrounded by her stuffed animals having a very involved tea party, looking the picture of happy adorableness.
“And I’ll be a second set of eyes,” Hammer adds between sips of her fake tea and nibbles of her real cookie.
Ariel keeps filling our cups and serving us digestives while we work.
“Thanks, I appreciate both of you.” I switch tabs on my laptop.
Mac and I had a long talk the morning after our talk/sex-fest, and he asked if I would apply to art programs in the cities where he applied for hockey camp. He’d already researched a bunch of options. Berlin has an incredible arts community, and so does Stockholm, so we made a list and went to my sister’s for dinner, where poor Mac tried not to shit his pants while we laid out our potential summer plan.
Lexi and Roman were surprisingly easy to convince and exceptionally supportive.
And here we are, reviewing my applications.
Roman is with Callie at hockey practice, but they’ll be home soon. We’re having a sister/niece afternoon while we tackle my applications for overseas summer art gallery internships and local ones.
If Mac gets into the programs in Berlin and Stockholm, I want options there, too. It’s not that I think we can’t handle being apart for three months. But we may have to endure a long-distance relationship for a year if he gets called up to a team across the country. We want the summer together. To have the experience with him would be cool, no matter where he ends up.