Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
She looks up at me. The smallest, shyest smile touches the corner of her mouth.
“Ready for round two?” she asks, cocking an eyebrow.
A low sound rumbles from my throat. “I’m ready to go all night.”
Her hand slides slowly down my torso, fingers tracing the lines of muscle. She touches me, and my eyes shut briefly as my breath leaves me in a sharp exhale. When I open my eyes, she’s watching me with that same wonder she had in the alley, when she took my hand without fear.
“Well, Samuil,” she purrs. “No need to ask what your weakness is.”
I don’t answer her with words. I cup the back of her head and pull her mouth down to mine.
The kiss is slow at first, warm, deep, and sensual. It threatens to hollow me out from the inside. She shifts onto her knees, straddling me, her robe falling open around her to perfectly frame her bare skin. Her breasts brush my chest, and the soft sound she makes sends a shock straight through me.
I grip her hips, thumbs stroking circles along her sides, guiding her as she lowers herself against me. She gasps when she feels me hard between her legs, causing her thighs to tighten. Her breath hitches. She looks down at me like she’s both satisfied and overwhelmed by the feel of me.
I sit up slowly, keeping her in my lap. Her hands move to my shoulders for balance, her fingers curling into my skin. I kiss her again and again, until she is breathing fast against my lips. I slip one hand between us, guiding myself to her entrance, teasing her gently. She trembles in my arms, eyelids heavy.
“Please,” she whispers.
Her voice sounds like a prayer.
I push into her slowly, inch by inch, until her entire body tenses and then melts against me. Her forehead drops to my shoulder. Her breath shudders. My hands grip her waist, steadying her as she adjusts to me. The feeling is nearly unbearable. Her pussy is so hot and tight. It’s perfection.
I move my hands down her thighs and pull her closer, lifting her just enough before lowering her again. She moans softly, the sound muffled against my neck. Her nails scrape lightly down my back, and it takes everything in me not to flip her onto the chaise and take her with the kind of desperation that has been burning in me since the moment she came out of that damn bathroom.
Instead, I move inside her slowly, letting her body guide the pace. She sits up, her hair falling around her face, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. She rests her hands on my chest, fingers splayed, breathing hard as she rides me gently. Every sound she makes goes straight to my cock.
I cup her breasts, thumbing her nipples lightly. She gasps, arching into my touch. She moves faster without realizing it, hips finding a rhythm that pulls a low groan from my throat. Her body shudders, pulses, tightens around me.
“Samuil,” she breathes, her voice breaking on my name.
The way she says it almost undoes me.
I grip her hips more firmly, meeting her movements. She moans, head tipping back, throat exposed. I lean in and kiss the soft skin beneath her jaw, then her collarbone, then lower. She clings to me desperately.
She comes with a sharp, breathless cry. Her body trembles around me, tightening in waves. Her hands grip my shoulders so roughly that her nails leave crescents in my skin. I hold her through her entire shuddering release, moving slowly until she slumps forward, exhausted and limp.
When she finally lifts her head, her cheeks are flushed, eyes dazed, mouth soft and slightly bruised from my kisses.
“You’re unbelievable,” she whispers.
My only answer is to pull her back down onto me, kiss her again, and flip her gently onto her back on the chaise.
She laughs breathlessly against my mouth. “You want more.”
“I don’t think I could get enough,” I tell her honestly.
I take her again, slow and deep, until she gasps. Then harder. Then slow again. I learn the places that make her clench around me. The sounds that pull her back from exhaustion and into another wave of pleasure. The way she curls her toes when she’s about to come. The way she tries to hide her face when she’s overwhelmed. The way she reaches for me when she falls apart.
I lose track of how many times she comes beneath me.
I lose track of how many times I follow her.
At one point, she’s on her stomach, hips lifted by my hands as I thrust into her slowly, deliberately, kissing the back of her neck until she collapses with a broken sob of pleasure.
Another time, she’s beneath me, legs wrapped around my waist, her hands gripping my biceps as I kiss her mouth again and again until she begs for release.